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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 x Quatre Notes: Challenge 116. Baby Series 3 #118. Takes
place immediately following Sarcasm And Temper. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Us? "Why are you yelling at me?" "Because if I don't who will?" The single visible green eye glared at him and Quatre felt his momentary flash of anger waver. He was confused, he still felt like his head was wrapped in cotton wool and his lover was bellowing at him as though they stood across a wide ravine. "What… do I need yelling at for?" He had never ever heard such a sound from Trowa. It was somewhere between a strangling gurgle that was close to a death rattle and a hysterical cackle mixed with something that felt like disbelief. "Praise you, curse you, scream at you! You shit me off, Quatre. It's always others. It's time you realized you need to pay attention to you… to us. It's time you thought about what you are doing and what you really want." "Us? There is something…wrong… with us?" "Yes, Quatre, there is something wrong with us. I fell in love with Quatre Winner, not a bloody company that eats the smaller fish alive in one gulp…including us! We are very small fish, Quatre, against the larger whole, but an ocean is made up of many fish of all shapes and sizes. This particular fish is fed up with the shadow of the monster lurking above him and is out to eat him. " "What?! I haven't the faintest idea of what you are talking about!" Hissing like a boiling kettle Trowa knelt on the bed, thrusting his head forward to rest nose to nose with his lover. A long fingered hand rose to delicately caress the sleep spiked blonde hair and that single, visible green eye stared into his. "I'm tired and I am fed up to the teeth with this shit. Dismantle what you have done, make them work for their keep or replace them. Give us a chance to succeed, Quatre. Us. You and me. Trowa and Quatre. Us! I love you, I really do, but I'm not going to watch you kill yourself. Don't get all shitty and angsty because I drugged you; the work's done, despite your best efforts to make sure only you can do it. Change or I walk out that door and I will not be back, no matter what you say." "Trowa… you drugged me?" "Of course I bloody drugged you, why else do you think you've slept seventeen hours straight?!" Seeing the building anger in blue eyes Trowa snorted. "Fine. I won't see you around." Quatre was left gaping as Trowa, without a backward glance, strode out the door and a moment later he heard the door to their suite close quietly. "Trowa? I… What the hell just happened?" A blink, a moment to recall every word Trowa had said and Quatre panicked, scrambling from the bed and racing through the suite, flinging the door open. "Trowa! Trowa, don't…go." The green eye stared at him, along with a smirk. "You do realize you are standing in the doorway naked?" ~ * ~ |
