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"Rescues"Written By: Honor Disclaimer: Despite my best attempts, I have not
managed to steal the boys. I’ll let you know when I succeed.
Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Rating: R (I think, I really don’t have a
good grasp on the rating system) Spoilers: nada Warnings: TWT, EWWT (I’m acting like the
war lasts a year and a half and Eternal Waltz doesn’t happen)
Lemon, some angst, violence, language, romance Pairings: 3x4 established, working on 5xOMC (anyone
remember Jamie?) and a 1x2 //thought// <<com or phone>> *emphasized* ~flashback~
"Rescues " Chapter Three: Can I keep her?
The next thing she was aware of was a draft of cold air from an open car door. Blinking, she sat up a little and looked around. They were parked in front of a one story house, in what appeared to be the middle of the country. She certainly didn’t see any houses nearby, anyway. “Hey, it’s Sleeping Beauty!” //I know that voice…// She turned to the right as her door was opened. “Hi, Duo.” “Hi. I guess the guys decided to keep you.” He was smiling as if this didn’t bother him in the slightest. “Er…something like that, yeah. What time is it?” “Six in the p.m. You hungry? Cause if you are, we’re going to have to rustle up something.” “Let me wake up first,” she answered with a smile. Climbing down, she went around to the second door and checked on Quatre. He was only beginning to wake up. “Aww…he looks so cute. Hey blondie, we’re home.” Trowa gave her a baleful look. Duo was sniggering behind her. “Duo, help me get him inside.” “Sure, Tro.” Jamie fell back, letting them have room to maneuver. She went to the rear of the vehicle, grabbing the three dufflebags that held her clothes and the pilot’s. This, at least, she could handle. Then she ran ahead to open up doors for the other three. Wufei beat her to it, coming out of the house and grabbing the duffle bags out of her hands. “Leave them next to the door.” Jamie held up her hands in surrender and moved aside. Irritable and Chinese seemed to be in a little better of a mood now, which probably had something to do with being in a safe location. Trowa and Duo, between them, were carefully carrying Quatre inside. He was still under the effects of the morphine, and his eyes weren’t really open. “I feel ‘uzzy,” he complained. “I know you do,” Trowa whispered gently into his forehead. “Let’s get you into our room, and then you can sleep it off.” Jamie winced. She understood what the lack of control would mean to these guys. It was something that she didn’t care for either, so she could relate. “Sorry, Quatre.” “…okay,” he sighed. Another teenage boy came out of a room as they moved Quatre into one. Jamie nearly groaned to herself. //Five guys, all my age, and perfect specimens of the male breed. Murphy is laughing his butt off at me.// This one had messy brown hair, the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen, and was displaying just how well he was built with a pair of black spandex shorts and a green tank top. //Didn’t need the visual confirmation, thanks anyways.// Those baby blues locked onto her as he approached, attitude almost hostile. “Who are you?” //Sexy voice, too.// “Jamie Dragonmanovich. You?” He didn’t answer, looking at Wufei instead. “Why is she here?” “Chill ‘Ro!” Duo wandered back into the living room, coming close to sling an arm around Jamie’s shoulders. Jamie gave him a surprised glance, but stayed put. Being hugged by a cute guy wasn’t something she was in the habit of fighting off, after all. “She pulled Q’s fat out of the fire. She’s safe.” The tension in that wiry body relaxed only slightly. “Maxwell, settle her in. I’ll brief Yuy.” “Gotcha, Wu-bear.” “And stop MANGLING MY NAME!” Duo blew him a kiss. “You know you love me!” Jamie rolled her eyes. “Why do I get the feeling that you two banter on a regular basis?” “Because we do!” Duo informed her with a brilliant smile. “He’d be bored otherwise. Hm…now, where to put you? I’m roomin’ with ‘Ro, and of course Tro and Cat are in the next room…” “Put her in mine,” Wufei ordered curtly as he went towards the kitchen. “Why Fei!” Duo reeled in feigned shock. “Don’t tell me you guys are already—” “And get your mind out of the gutter Maxwell!” Wufei spun around to glare at him. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” Jamie cleared her throat, raising a finger. “Two questions, if you would. Are there two beds in this room?” Duo rocked back onto his heels. The more he was seeing of this girl, the more he liked her. Heck, if she spent the day with Wufei and was still voicing opinions, then she definitely wasn’t a pushover. “Yup. Two twins.” “And Wufei, do you plan on ravishing me in my sleep?” Wufei’s face flamed. “OF COURSE NOT! I would never do such an unjust thing—!!” “Then we’ll share the room,” she finished calmly—and waited for the explosion. “We will not!” “Oh yes we will. Unless, of course, you were lying and have devious intentions towards my innocent person—” “WOMAN! That is not the point!” Stalking forward, she halted two inches from him and matched him glare for glare. “You are a Gundam Pilot. You do not have the luxury of giving up your room to me, just because your upbringing says so. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing a room, fine. I’ll sleep on the couch. It is *not* imperative for me to sleep well…it *is* for you!” Duo couldn’t hold it in any longer. He let out a low whistle. “Jamie, you are one stubborn chick! I knew I was going to like you. You lose, Fei-baby.” Wufei gave him a withering glare. “Now that that’s settled, I’m going to make dinner.” Jamie sauntered around him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Heero was staring at her back in curiosity. “A formidable person. Why is she here?” “You got no idea, ‘Ro. She pulled Q out of the hospital all by herself without anyone suspecting she was doing it, got him up to a cabin in the mountains, and then guarded him until Tro could go get him. This is *not* your average chick.” Wufei was still a little stunned. Not many women had ever argued with him in his life—and won! The last one to do that was…//Meiran.// Shaking off his musings he turned to watch her through the open kitchen door as she rummaged through the refrigerator. “She told us that she was raised by mercenaries,” he stated softly. Heero turned to him in interest. “Like Barton?” “She didn’t say anything more than that. She was an intern at the hospital, but what I saw of the security set up around the cabin and the way she handled a rifle speaks of long experience in combat.” Duo was flickering his gaze between the two. “Sounds like a useful person to have around.” “That was Winner’s and Barton’s assessment,” Wufei acknowledged. “And you?” Heero was watching him carefully. “…and mine. Besides,” Wufei added dryly, “she’s a better cook than either you or Maxwell.” “That’s it, she stays!” Heero rolled his eyes. “Baka.” + Since it was already six o’clock, Jamie went with something fast and simple. Home-made chili. She made a large pot of it too, larger than she normally made. With five growing boys in the house, it was a simple precaution. When it was done, she poked her head out into the living room. “Come eat!” Something with a long braid zoomed past her. “Man, I’m starving! The smell has been driving me nuts! What is it, anyway?” Jamie hid a smile as she watched him bounce around the stove. “It’s chili.” “We had chili?!” “No, I made chili.” Duo froze, turning to stare at her in wonder. “You know how to make chili?” “Duo, this is *not* complicated. Trust me.” Wufei and Heero came in next, Trowa close behind them. Jamie crooked a finger at Trowa, summoning him closer. “Is Quatre used to eating spicy things?” Trowa nodded, a little dubiously. “Yes, but he doesn’t prefer food that way.” “Hm. I’m not sure if his system could handle this right now anyway. I made bean stew for him. You guys sit down and eat, I’ll take a bowl to him.” Trowa shook his head. “He’s still fast asleep. I’ll get him something when he wakes up.” She shrugged, acknowledging this. When Jamie turned back to the table, she saw four bowls set out, five glasses and spoons with crackers and milk. “Duo…we need five bowls.” Duo waggled his eyebrows at her. “Nah, I’ll take the pan. Saves on time, right?” Heero plucked the pan out of his clutches and moved it to the far side of the table. “You cannot eat all of it.” “Sure I can!” “You try, and I’ll shoot Deathscythe off at the kneecaps,” Wufei growled. Duo pouted, eyes wide and imploring on Jamie. She rolled hers in response. “Like I said, it’s not complicated to make. I’ll teach you, alright?” “Fine, fine.” They settled in at the table, and it turned out to be a good thing that Jamie doubled her usual recipe. The pot was practically licked clean (and that didn’t happen only because Heero stopped Duo). Trowa rose to check on Quatre, leaving the rest of them to clean up. Jamie closed the dishwasher, hiding a yawn behind her hand. Lord, was she tired. She still hadn’t recouped her loss of sleep, and her body was letting her know it. Wufei touched her briefly on the shoulder. “This way.” //Hm…he’s calm now. Maybe he’s only grouchy when he hasn’t been fed? He calmed down after he scarfed that bowl of stew too.// She followed him down the hallway to the first bedroom on the left. Her duffle bag was next to one of the beds. Yawning some more, she pulled out a pair of boxers and a muscle shirt, went to the bathroom, changed, then wandered back into the room while pulling a brush through her hair. Wufei was already in bed…well, to be more precise he was sitting with his legs crossed, glasses on his nose and a book sitting on his legs. He looked up as she entered, eyebrows rising slightly. “Do you normally dress in that attire?” Jamie paused with one knee on the bed to look at him. “Do you usually talk like a dictionary?” “Are you familiar with the Socratic method?” he returned dryly. She snorted, amused. Who was this person? It looked like the guy she had been fighting with most of the day, but he acted more like a scholar than a bristly idiot with a chip on his shoulder. She rather liked the improved version. “In order, yes and yes. Surprised I’m not in a silk negligee?” He blushed faintly, focusing his eyes back on the book. “Most women prefer such things.” “So do I,” she whispered wistfully. She tossed her dirty clothes on top of the bag and settled down to brush her hair out. “Then why do you not wear them?” //Why are you asking questions about me?// Was he purposefully trying to be a walking conundrum, or was there some piece she was missing that linked everything together? “This is going to sound really strange…” At his patient interest, she shrugged. “It just seems silly to me to wear silk pajamas if you’re single. What’s the point? A negligee is meant for a spouse, or a lover. I’ve never been able to justify the expense to myself when I thought about buying something like that.” “Hm. Odd, I hadn’t thought of it that way.” His head cocked slightly, and a loose strand of hair fell over his shoulder. Jamie’s eyes fell to that smooth lock of hair. //Man, I really am tired if I didn’t notice that his hair was that long.// Shaking herself back into reality, she put the brush down on the nightstand near the bed. “Can I ask something?” “Go ahead.” “How long have Trowa and Quatre been together?” “Hm…roughly two months after the war started, I think.” “ ‘You think’?” Jamie started to smile. “And how, pray tell, did you find out?” “I walked into the kitchen. They were eating breakfast.” “So…?” Wufei cleared his throat, fighting down a blush. “Off each other.” Jamie’s mouth formed a silent O. “Yup, I’d say that was a pretty good indication. That had to embarrassing to you, though.” “It was rather hard looking at them for the rest of the day,” Wufei recalled. “Yeah, I bet.” She stifled another yawn with her hand. “Sorry, it’s not the company, I swear.” He lifted a hand to stay the rest of her apology. “It’s alright. I rather feel the same way. I’ll get the lights.” Jamie settled under the covers as he went to the light switch on the wall and turned off the lights. Her head had barely hit the pillow before she was out for the count. ~*~*~*~
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