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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Trowa + Quatre Notes: Challenge 111. Baby Series 3 #103. Takes
place at approximately the same time as Unreasonable Demands. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Enough Was Enough "Quatre, you have to slow down." The blonde grunted, staring at the papers arranged neatly before him. He had a deadline to meet and he did not need distractions. By the end of the week he needed to know exactly what the proposed purchase of the company would mean, not only to Winner Enterprises, but to the colonies whose citizens provided the work force. "I have to go through this tonight, Trowa. There is an interim briefing scheduled for tomorrow and I have to know the implications of the sale." "You have people who can do that for you." "I have to have a basic understanding in my own right. Trusting others with something this delicate could be disastrous." For a long moment Trowa considered his partner and the documentation spread over the massive desk. If Quatre started reading now he might finish the pile by midnight two days hence, that's if he didn't collapse from not eating, drinking or going to the bathroom to relieve himself; not to mention sleep deprivation. Enough was enough. He was not making unreasonable demands on his lover, however, Quatre was being decidedly unreasonable. Winner Enterprises had enough people to read the documentation, examine the fine print under a microscope that could detect the individual molecular arrangements in the String Theory, and write up a report synapses that would take an hour or two to read. Quatre Winner could be inconsiderate of his own needs. Should he be left to his own devices, Trowa did not doubt the man would collapse inside of two weeks; and when he left hospital he would go right back to being unreasonable. Slipping quietly out of the study, Trowa moved to the phone and called room service. He would have to put the word on Quatre about buying either an apartment in the city, or an estate house in the vicinity. He would have more luck persuading Quatre to relax in a more homely environment. When the tea arrived he gave a generous tip, whisked the trolley inside and poured a cup. "You'll need this to keep up your strength." Quatre never raised his head, his hand snaking out, long fingers searching around until they contacted the sandwich. Trowa smirked, waiting patiently for the sandwich to be devoured and he moved the tea cup closer. "You'll need a drink too." Again the head stayed down, fingers came out and the cup was whisked up to pursed lips. Trowa waited, counting the sips, taking the cup and replacing it when it began to sag. "Trowa?" Quatre's voice faltered. "I told you when we got back together I would take whatever action I deemed appropriate if you relapsed, Quatre. I'll see to your appointments and re route appropriate personnel to represent you. When you wake up, considering how much of that tea you drank I doubt that will be before sunset, we will talk about buying a house." "What? Tired…" "Let's get you into bed." ~ * ~ |
