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"Silver Strand"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: angst, language, violence, character
death, drugs, sex, AU Pairings: 2x3, 1x2, 2x5, 3x5, 2x3x5, 2x13, 4x6,
HxR, 9xS, 1xD, others Summary: The world had shifted, boundaries had been crossed, right and wrong had long ago been abandoned. A dark story of revenge, love, loss and drug smuggling. AU set in Coronado, California in the 1970s. Based on/Inspired by Joshuah Bearman's "Coronado High" A/N: As always, thank you to Ro for your patience,
encouragement and friendship. You are a remarkable beta reader. "Silver Strand" It was easier than it should have been. At least, it felt easier than it should have. Hilde didn’t think so - she laughed at Relena’s amazement and shook her head. “If a beautiful, half-naked girl offers you something, you’re going to buy it.” Relena frowned. “I’m not half-naked,” she protested. She was fully dressed, and she had heard her own father complain far too often that a bikini top and her denim cut-offs were not clothes. She did not need or want to hear it from Hilde. Hilde saw the tension in Relena’s face and she reached over to hold her hand. “Sorry,” they both said at the same time, and the moment dissolved as they smiled at each other. “I’m just saying.” Hilde scooted closer to Relena on the bus seat. At this time of day, going to Coronado from San Diego, it was nearly empty. Hilde used her free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Relena’s ear. “I’m just saying that if a gorgeous girl offers you excellent weed at a good price, you’re not going to say no. Even if you are in your navy dress uniform.” Relena leaned her head against Hilde’s. “It was fun,” she confessed, and Hilde smirked. Duo had come back from his most recent trip to Mexico with more pot than usual, and Hilde had talked him out of a fair amount of it with the promise to sell it for him. Duo had hesitated - he wasn’t looking to smuggle pot for money, but so he could take care of a few friends and, Relena was sure, for the adrenaline rush of getting it from Mexico to California. She still wasn’t sure how he did it, but once every two weeks Duo would drop off a bag of fresh grass for Hilde or Relena with a smirk on his face and wave away any offer of money. Relena had convinced him - and despite the fact that she had been in just her bathing suit at the time, she knew that Duo, of all the locals in Coronado, didn’t give a damn about how she looked in it. Duo had caved, had admonished them to be careful and not do it in Coronado, and Relena kissed him on the nose while Hilde smirked triumphantly. “We made two hundred dollars,” Hilde confided. Relena felt her eyes widen in shock. “Seriously?” Hilde nodded, and they shared another smile. “We need to talk to Duo.” ~ * ~ |
