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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei Summary: Quatre finds something special, but the gift that follows is priceless. Notes: I love the idea of Quat and Dorothy being
awesome buddies and bonding over their shared love of antiques. I
also headcanon Dorothy as being an antiques dealer who frequently
deals in priceless items and knows her history when it comes to them. "Thirty One Days " Chapter 23: Heirloom The wardrobe was an antique, gently worn and beautifully archaic. Quatre had fallen in love with it at first sight and while he wasn’t big on impulse purchases, he’d bought it on sight and had it delivered to his condo on L4. The armoire was nestled between the two bay windows in his bedroom. The pale blue green of the faded, timeworn paint offset the rich cream of the sheer curtain panels and he was thrilled to have found a large piece of artwork that went perfectly with the ensemble with its tones of blue green and little pops of red. He was so excited about his newly-found penchant for interior design, he snapped a picture and immediately sent it to Dorothy who also had a love for all things antique. As a dealer with extensive historical knowledge of antique pieces, she was able to trace the armoire back to its origins. She was happy to report to Quatre that it was built by one of his ancestors, passed down for generations within his mother’s family and had been one of her favorite pieces, sold after she died in childbirth to remove all evidence that he’d ever had a mother. Quatre broke down in tears at the news. He was elated to have gotten a hold of something that had been so precious to his mother, but saddened and angry by the extent of the lies and manipulation that had gone into erasing her existence. He was so grateful to Dorothy for uncovering the information and had no idea how to repay her, though she insisted it was no problem. The wardrobe became his most cherished possession, at least until Dorothy managed to locate a photograph of his mother. He framed it in gold and reverently placed it on top of the armoire. Now, he had visual representation to match the love in his heart for the woman who sacrificed her life for him.
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