Hiya! I FINALLY got off my lazy bum and finished
chapter 7...and working on chapters 8 & 9. But, this is
only chapter 7. ^^. Okay, note time:
Warnings: it's romantic, it's kind of exciting
- I hope. It's a bit sad, but only if you like
Midii. ^_^. This is a 3xD, with hints
of 4xD, 3+Midii. ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own GWing or any of these songs-
"Right Through You," by Alanis Morisette,
or anything else that shows up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was surprisingly happy of a morning that came after
such a terrifying night. I had a plan - I was going
to beat those stupid Alliance/OZ/White Fang peoples.
And it was going to be great.
And I knew that I didn't love Trowa. But, I did
know that felt something for him...I wasn't sure
what. I knew love - Quatre had to be love, right?
And what I felt with Trowa was completely different.
So...it couldn't be love.
With a smile, I went down to breakfast with Trowa
and my good friend, Catherine Bloom.
Cathy was making the meal, flipping pancakes,
turning bacon, squeezing oranges for juice. That
girl has true talent.
The morning was fairly uneventful. Except for that
little rock incident.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Dorothy left her house, she was hounded by the
media. No one - not Trowa, not Cathy, not Dorothy
said anything.
At the main offices of Romafeller, Miss Catalonia
made a startling speech. She said that the evidence
was faked. She said that the Preventers were hunting down
the members of the ESA and their spies. And that she
was suing the media for slander.
Needless to say, most stations cleared the story
and the media quickly left. But this didn't stop
Trowa from moving her desk away from the window.
Not five minutes afterwards, a rock flew threw her
window. The three of them shared a worried glance
before Cathy picked up the stone. She pulled a note
off of it.
"Catalonia - don't think this is over. We are coming
after you - and you're little Preventer friend too."
Dorothy rolled her eyes, and scoffed.
"Oh boy. My 'friends' at ESA are poets. And sooo
original."
Trowa sighed.
"I'm going to the base to see if there is any new
info on our case." He looked at Dorothy, "Stay
here. And Cath, make sure she's okay, all right?
I'll be back in an hour."
And with that, he left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa walked into HQ, and went into a visitor room.
Shortly, Midii came out, confused.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Stop this Midii." he said. "Stop it now.
What are you trying to accomplish? We could
lock you away so long, even your brothers would
forget about you. So, when faced with that,
why won't you cooperate?"
"I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't!
If I get out of here for helping, I'm DEAD. If
I don't help you, I might as well BE dead. I'm
not going to cooperate. Catalonia must be
brought down. Even if I'm in here, she won't
be just fine."
"Your bitter." he said. It was stated as a fact,
just as the Earth was round, or space was black.
"You didn't used to be."
"That's before you fell in love with the bitch."
Trowa, for the first time in the conversation,
let his emotions control him. He hit the Plexiglas
between them, and shouted - through the phone.
"Don't EVER call her that. Dorothy is kinder than
almost anyone I know. She has feelings, and she cares
more about people than anyone knows. She cares more
than you ever could. Goodbye Midii, I was hoping
you would have changed your mind - I could find you
protection, even made it a little less harsh for you.
But nooo. You had to be Miss Wench. That's okay. Because
I stopped feeling for you long ago. You helped to kill
my heart. When I found some one to bring it back, you
couldn't stand it. Well, Midii, you can fold it, stick it,
and shove it. Because I don't give a damn what happens
to you any more."
With that he got up to leave.
"Noo...nooo, Trowa, you don't mean that." she cried, not
believing.
Trowa didn't answer her, except for giving her a chilling
look. Midii gulped. Trowa left, knowing it was a good
twenty minutes back to the Romafeller Hall. Sighing,
he started his motor cycle, he started back for home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'This isn't funny. A girl should be able to go to
the restroom with out being attacked,' Dorothy thought.
She had been placed in a full nelson, and Catherine had
been captured similarly. The leader of the gang seemed
to rave on about how Dorothy should have listened, while
waving his M-16 about.
Dorothy sighed. Cathy nodded to her, and she returned it.
Both began a silent count to three. One...two...three.
The goons were surprised when the two girls kicked them
in the crotches. Turning, Dorothy - despite her high pumps
and her skirt, kicked a guy in the face while Catherine threw
her practice set of knives - which went with her everywhere -
at any guy she could get.
With in ten minutes, all the guys were out...Cathy's knives
were every where...and Dorothy had ripped her skirt up her
leg. With in thirty minutes, all the goons were gone. With
in forty, Senator Jim Lee had come talking about how he
was sorry he couldn't help her.
"Help me do what?" Dorothy asked.
"With those bad guys?" Cathy offered.
Jim nodded.
"Don't worry we could handle them." Catherine affirmed.
"Well, they guns with them." Jim said, stating the obvious.
"How did you know that?" Dorothy asked, "It happened in the
girls bathroom."
The senator suddenly seemed nervous.
"Come on," the older girl said, pulling the blonde girl with
her. "We should probably head back."
Dorothy nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midii was lead back to the cell, where a honey blonde sat.
Long, super wavy, with blue eyes...'She's almost as pretty
as me,' Midii thought.
"I'm Summer Parker, nice to meet you." the woman said, a
slight southern drawl, and it was obvious that she had class -
to some degree.
"Midii Une," Midii replied.
Summer waited till the guard left, and then she turned to Midii
once again.
"I was told to look for the girl in the middle, are you her?"
"ESA sent you?" Midii asked, and grinned when Summer nodded.
"I work the WB spy chapter. I'm here to collect your logs."
Midii nodded knowingly. The Webber-Braun Chapter had started off
as their spy - Webber - used her...ah...feminin whiles to get
the info they needed before the war from a Representative - Braun.
However, this chapter was more commonly referred to as the 'Warm
Bed Chapter' because of the tactics used. Midii looked over Summer
again, and realized that Miss Parker probably was a good candidate
for the warm beds. Summer had beauty, obvious brains, acting,
stealth, class, and most of all - a trusting demeanor.
Midii happily spilled her guts, for almost a full week, until
the inevitable came - Summer was switched facilities. Those damn
dirty pigs - they were on to them! But Midii was confident -
Summer would report in, she knew it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And Midii was right to a degree. As soon as 'Summer Parker' was
out of the cells, she washed up and came back to tell the tale
- and give her own tape-recorded conversations.
Lady Une was very happy. WuFei had to pay Duo twenty bucks -
Sally's plan had worked. And Sally, still in 'Summer's' prison
clothes fell asleep on the nice comfy Preventer couch soon afterwards.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, three people sat around a kitchen table discussing
dinner plans. Or rather, two girls arguing whom should go for dinner
with the male.
The blonde won, and ushered the two siblings out the door for some
nice...'sibling bonding' as she had put it.
Trowa was soooo happy. He was stuck with his sister.
Not that he didn't love her...he DID, but...
They went to a nice upscale restaurant, and they were only
halfway through pleasantries and salad when the eventual
comments started coming from Cathy....
"You know, this is nice, but if I were you, I'd take
Dorothy to that nice one downtown with the dancing floor?"
"Mi Mercedia." Trowa said blandly, picking at his salad.
Picking up a vegetable on his fork, he asked his first
question himself, "What is this?"
"I'm sure she would love it. And then you could
go and take her driving in her sweet black car." she continued,
unfazed.
"The old 2000 Mustang Cobra convertible," he answered
again, before referring to the thing on his fork once
again. "I mean...it's green! Do they expect people
to like these?"
Cathy continued on, "Yep, and a good kiss good night.
Then she'll undoubtedly love you. And it's called
a cucumber, Trowa, you know that. Now eat it, and
quit shaking your fork around."
Trowa pouted before feasting on the veggie. Surprised,
he picked through his salad for more of these...
cucumbers.
Catherine looked at her brother. Didn't even consider
it. How was this plan supposed to work if he wouldn't
even listen?
Halfway through dinner after discussing Duo, and the
whole Relena/Heero and WuFei/Sally issues, Cathy
had drug up a certain blonde *again*.
"What do you want me to do?" Trowa asked, disbelieving.
"Say that I love her? Okay! I love her. I've loved
her for a long time. But that doesn't do much if she
doesn't reciprocate. And, you know, we have a fair
arrangement now, and I'm not going to mess it up."
Cathy rolled her eyes.
"You know, I always knew you looked up to Heero, but
THIS is ridiculous. And while Relena would wait,
Dorothy may not. Look, I've got goods on her now -
she HAS to go out with you. I mean she set us up for
some bro/sis time and all is fair in love."
"And war." Trowa finished. "Are you wanting
dessert?"
Cathy sighed.
"Sure, but we better hit the local ice cream shack,
I don't trust desserts I can't pronounce." she said
with a wink. "Maybe Duo should visit with me next time."
Trowa held the bridge of his nose.
"This isn't happening."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dorothy was in her music room, strumming her guitar
and singing. She hadn't sung since Quatre had left.
And she had felt strangely alone with out Trowa being
here. This wasn't love - she wasn't this lonely when
Quatre wasn't around. It couldn't be love.
// You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you \\
Trowa stood in the door way, thinking. Listening.
She had a soprano voice, a light bell like voice,
which was strange for the song. 'Wine, dine, 69'
he thought with a smile.
'Sounds like Cathy's plan'
Dorothy, who had her back to the younger of the
siblings, continued on...
// Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you \\
With that she turned around, feeling a gaze
on her back. She gave him a nod, and a slight
grin she couldn't hold back.
"Very nice."
"Thanks."
"Uhm, Cathy says that with fair play and all
that she expects you to go out tomorrow night."
Dorothy nodded, "She gave me that line this after
noon - You just can't stay in your house Dotty."
Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Dotty?"
Dorothy shrugged.
"She's *your* sister."
'Don't remind me,' he couldn't help but think. "You'll
need a guard."
The younger, blonde girl sighed.
"So...where are going, Mr. Bodyguard?"
"A little place downtown, that has the best steaks ever."
"Ah, so what is the dress for this occasion?"
"Formal."
"Alright. You know, that if..."
"Yes," Trowa assured her, "This is only to get Cathy out
of our hair. She is quite a pest. I might not be here
tomorrow but Cath will, plus Jake and Zach from the HQ
so you'll be fine. I'll see you at least at 7 tomorrow."
Dorothy nodded and held in a sigh of disappointment.
She was used to Trowa. Even Cathy. But Jake and Zach?
Oh boy. Fun, fun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This isn't a date, this isn't a date...
That's what I told myself. But yet, I was excited
about the next evening - even as I told myself
it wasn't a date and it wasn't love, part of me
continued to tell me it was. It was a date.
It was love. It was a part of me I hadn't heard
from in a long time.
It was my heart.
Hm... end of that chapter...r&r -- Chiri
chapter 7...and working on chapters 8 & 9. But, this is
only chapter 7. ^^. Okay, note time:
Warnings: it's romantic, it's kind of exciting
- I hope. It's a bit sad, but only if you like
Midii. ^_^. This is a 3xD, with hints
of 4xD, 3+Midii. ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own GWing or any of these songs-
"Right Through You," by Alanis Morisette,
or anything else that shows up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was surprisingly happy of a morning that came after
such a terrifying night. I had a plan - I was going
to beat those stupid Alliance/OZ/White Fang peoples.
And it was going to be great.
And I knew that I didn't love Trowa. But, I did
know that felt something for him...I wasn't sure
what. I knew love - Quatre had to be love, right?
And what I felt with Trowa was completely different.
So...it couldn't be love.
With a smile, I went down to breakfast with Trowa
and my good friend, Catherine Bloom.
Cathy was making the meal, flipping pancakes,
turning bacon, squeezing oranges for juice. That
girl has true talent.
The morning was fairly uneventful. Except for that
little rock incident.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Dorothy left her house, she was hounded by the
media. No one - not Trowa, not Cathy, not Dorothy
said anything.
At the main offices of Romafeller, Miss Catalonia
made a startling speech. She said that the evidence
was faked. She said that the Preventers were hunting down
the members of the ESA and their spies. And that she
was suing the media for slander.
Needless to say, most stations cleared the story
and the media quickly left. But this didn't stop
Trowa from moving her desk away from the window.
Not five minutes afterwards, a rock flew threw her
window. The three of them shared a worried glance
before Cathy picked up the stone. She pulled a note
off of it.
"Catalonia - don't think this is over. We are coming
after you - and you're little Preventer friend too."
Dorothy rolled her eyes, and scoffed.
"Oh boy. My 'friends' at ESA are poets. And sooo
original."
Trowa sighed.
"I'm going to the base to see if there is any new
info on our case." He looked at Dorothy, "Stay
here. And Cath, make sure she's okay, all right?
I'll be back in an hour."
And with that, he left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa walked into HQ, and went into a visitor room.
Shortly, Midii came out, confused.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Stop this Midii." he said. "Stop it now.
What are you trying to accomplish? We could
lock you away so long, even your brothers would
forget about you. So, when faced with that,
why won't you cooperate?"
"I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't!
If I get out of here for helping, I'm DEAD. If
I don't help you, I might as well BE dead. I'm
not going to cooperate. Catalonia must be
brought down. Even if I'm in here, she won't
be just fine."
"Your bitter." he said. It was stated as a fact,
just as the Earth was round, or space was black.
"You didn't used to be."
"That's before you fell in love with the bitch."
Trowa, for the first time in the conversation,
let his emotions control him. He hit the Plexiglas
between them, and shouted - through the phone.
"Don't EVER call her that. Dorothy is kinder than
almost anyone I know. She has feelings, and she cares
more about people than anyone knows. She cares more
than you ever could. Goodbye Midii, I was hoping
you would have changed your mind - I could find you
protection, even made it a little less harsh for you.
But nooo. You had to be Miss Wench. That's okay. Because
I stopped feeling for you long ago. You helped to kill
my heart. When I found some one to bring it back, you
couldn't stand it. Well, Midii, you can fold it, stick it,
and shove it. Because I don't give a damn what happens
to you any more."
With that he got up to leave.
"Noo...nooo, Trowa, you don't mean that." she cried, not
believing.
Trowa didn't answer her, except for giving her a chilling
look. Midii gulped. Trowa left, knowing it was a good
twenty minutes back to the Romafeller Hall. Sighing,
he started his motor cycle, he started back for home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'This isn't funny. A girl should be able to go to
the restroom with out being attacked,' Dorothy thought.
She had been placed in a full nelson, and Catherine had
been captured similarly. The leader of the gang seemed
to rave on about how Dorothy should have listened, while
waving his M-16 about.
Dorothy sighed. Cathy nodded to her, and she returned it.
Both began a silent count to three. One...two...three.
The goons were surprised when the two girls kicked them
in the crotches. Turning, Dorothy - despite her high pumps
and her skirt, kicked a guy in the face while Catherine threw
her practice set of knives - which went with her everywhere -
at any guy she could get.
With in ten minutes, all the guys were out...Cathy's knives
were every where...and Dorothy had ripped her skirt up her
leg. With in thirty minutes, all the goons were gone. With
in forty, Senator Jim Lee had come talking about how he
was sorry he couldn't help her.
"Help me do what?" Dorothy asked.
"With those bad guys?" Cathy offered.
Jim nodded.
"Don't worry we could handle them." Catherine affirmed.
"Well, they guns with them." Jim said, stating the obvious.
"How did you know that?" Dorothy asked, "It happened in the
girls bathroom."
The senator suddenly seemed nervous.
"Come on," the older girl said, pulling the blonde girl with
her. "We should probably head back."
Dorothy nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midii was lead back to the cell, where a honey blonde sat.
Long, super wavy, with blue eyes...'She's almost as pretty
as me,' Midii thought.
"I'm Summer Parker, nice to meet you." the woman said, a
slight southern drawl, and it was obvious that she had class -
to some degree.
"Midii Une," Midii replied.
Summer waited till the guard left, and then she turned to Midii
once again.
"I was told to look for the girl in the middle, are you her?"
"ESA sent you?" Midii asked, and grinned when Summer nodded.
"I work the WB spy chapter. I'm here to collect your logs."
Midii nodded knowingly. The Webber-Braun Chapter had started off
as their spy - Webber - used her...ah...feminin whiles to get
the info they needed before the war from a Representative - Braun.
However, this chapter was more commonly referred to as the 'Warm
Bed Chapter' because of the tactics used. Midii looked over Summer
again, and realized that Miss Parker probably was a good candidate
for the warm beds. Summer had beauty, obvious brains, acting,
stealth, class, and most of all - a trusting demeanor.
Midii happily spilled her guts, for almost a full week, until
the inevitable came - Summer was switched facilities. Those damn
dirty pigs - they were on to them! But Midii was confident -
Summer would report in, she knew it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And Midii was right to a degree. As soon as 'Summer Parker' was
out of the cells, she washed up and came back to tell the tale
- and give her own tape-recorded conversations.
Lady Une was very happy. WuFei had to pay Duo twenty bucks -
Sally's plan had worked. And Sally, still in 'Summer's' prison
clothes fell asleep on the nice comfy Preventer couch soon afterwards.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, three people sat around a kitchen table discussing
dinner plans. Or rather, two girls arguing whom should go for dinner
with the male.
The blonde won, and ushered the two siblings out the door for some
nice...'sibling bonding' as she had put it.
Trowa was soooo happy. He was stuck with his sister.
Not that he didn't love her...he DID, but...
They went to a nice upscale restaurant, and they were only
halfway through pleasantries and salad when the eventual
comments started coming from Cathy....
"You know, this is nice, but if I were you, I'd take
Dorothy to that nice one downtown with the dancing floor?"
"Mi Mercedia." Trowa said blandly, picking at his salad.
Picking up a vegetable on his fork, he asked his first
question himself, "What is this?"
"I'm sure she would love it. And then you could
go and take her driving in her sweet black car." she continued,
unfazed.
"The old 2000 Mustang Cobra convertible," he answered
again, before referring to the thing on his fork once
again. "I mean...it's green! Do they expect people
to like these?"
Cathy continued on, "Yep, and a good kiss good night.
Then she'll undoubtedly love you. And it's called
a cucumber, Trowa, you know that. Now eat it, and
quit shaking your fork around."
Trowa pouted before feasting on the veggie. Surprised,
he picked through his salad for more of these...
cucumbers.
Catherine looked at her brother. Didn't even consider
it. How was this plan supposed to work if he wouldn't
even listen?
Halfway through dinner after discussing Duo, and the
whole Relena/Heero and WuFei/Sally issues, Cathy
had drug up a certain blonde *again*.
"What do you want me to do?" Trowa asked, disbelieving.
"Say that I love her? Okay! I love her. I've loved
her for a long time. But that doesn't do much if she
doesn't reciprocate. And, you know, we have a fair
arrangement now, and I'm not going to mess it up."
Cathy rolled her eyes.
"You know, I always knew you looked up to Heero, but
THIS is ridiculous. And while Relena would wait,
Dorothy may not. Look, I've got goods on her now -
she HAS to go out with you. I mean she set us up for
some bro/sis time and all is fair in love."
"And war." Trowa finished. "Are you wanting
dessert?"
Cathy sighed.
"Sure, but we better hit the local ice cream shack,
I don't trust desserts I can't pronounce." she said
with a wink. "Maybe Duo should visit with me next time."
Trowa held the bridge of his nose.
"This isn't happening."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dorothy was in her music room, strumming her guitar
and singing. She hadn't sung since Quatre had left.
And she had felt strangely alone with out Trowa being
here. This wasn't love - she wasn't this lonely when
Quatre wasn't around. It couldn't be love.
// You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you \\
Trowa stood in the door way, thinking. Listening.
She had a soprano voice, a light bell like voice,
which was strange for the song. 'Wine, dine, 69'
he thought with a smile.
'Sounds like Cathy's plan'
Dorothy, who had her back to the younger of the
siblings, continued on...
// Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you \\
With that she turned around, feeling a gaze
on her back. She gave him a nod, and a slight
grin she couldn't hold back.
"Very nice."
"Thanks."
"Uhm, Cathy says that with fair play and all
that she expects you to go out tomorrow night."
Dorothy nodded, "She gave me that line this after
noon - You just can't stay in your house Dotty."
Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Dotty?"
Dorothy shrugged.
"She's *your* sister."
'Don't remind me,' he couldn't help but think. "You'll
need a guard."
The younger, blonde girl sighed.
"So...where are going, Mr. Bodyguard?"
"A little place downtown, that has the best steaks ever."
"Ah, so what is the dress for this occasion?"
"Formal."
"Alright. You know, that if..."
"Yes," Trowa assured her, "This is only to get Cathy out
of our hair. She is quite a pest. I might not be here
tomorrow but Cath will, plus Jake and Zach from the HQ
so you'll be fine. I'll see you at least at 7 tomorrow."
Dorothy nodded and held in a sigh of disappointment.
She was used to Trowa. Even Cathy. But Jake and Zach?
Oh boy. Fun, fun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This isn't a date, this isn't a date...
That's what I told myself. But yet, I was excited
about the next evening - even as I told myself
it wasn't a date and it wasn't love, part of me
continued to tell me it was. It was a date.
It was love. It was a part of me I hadn't heard
from in a long time.
It was my heart.
Hm... end of that chapter...r&r -- Chiri