September 28, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4, 6+9, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri Themes. Sappy in some parts. Angst in other areas. Strong language at unexpected turns. A pregnant Wufei & Noin. Major confusion! Out of control characters... I think that pretty much covers it! ^_^;;
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to me either.
Notes: "Oh Baby, Baby" is in approximately 203 AC, placing the boys at ~23-24 years of age.
Things might start getting a little weird from here on out, folks! Also, the Andicron 36 is a car--an antique car, but a car none-the-less. If enough people ask, I have two separate postings--one includes 'keep-it-straight' notes for "Oh Baby, Baby" to help keep track of all the new characters. The second is "The Hiroshima Files".
Momma gave me a present! She told me, that since I'm a big girl now, I should have an e-journal to write down all my thoughts and feelings and then, today, she gave me my very own e-journal! I'm so excited! I'm going to write in here everyday!
~ Trinity Jackson,
September 28, 165 AC
Personal Journal, Age 10
He groaned and shifted in his hazy half-sleep. He didn't want to wake up, but there was something nagging at him. Maybe it was the silk-soft pillow under his cheek, or the smooth sheets wrapped around him. Maybe it was the almost complete silence when his subconscious mind told him there should be the sounds of morning chaos. Or maybe it was the obnoxious early afternoon sunlight that poured through the two large windows from either side of the bed.
Large...? Windows...?
Hazel eyes blinked opened and one hand fumbled free from Downey-soft sheets to scrub the sleep away.
"What the..."
He sat up in the center of the large bed and stared at the room around him. He swallowed, afraid to move, afraid to touch anything, afraid to *breathe* on anything--least he get it dirty or break it some how...
It took him a moment to figure out that they must have gotten to wherever they were going, but... still... this room was HUGE!
He kicked free from the sheets that had been tucked in around him and climbed on top, eyes flickering from one thing to another.
Everything looked new... and bigger... and stylish... and... clean... The queen-sized bed he was sitting in was a big difference from the twin he was used to. The blue-gray-lavender sheets and bed spread smelled of some flowery scent. The furniture was a shiny silver steel matched with blue-green glass tops and panels--the two night stands with their one drawer and cubby space beneath, the three drawer wide/ three drawer deep bureau, the armoire, the steel clothing rack, the desk... all shiny steel and glass.
Mainly the two large windows stretching over each nightstand on either side of the bed, the sheer curtains providing little resistance to the strong sunlight, lit the room. There were also lamps in the room--one each on a nightstand, a shell-fan on the bureau, a study lamp with long neck at the desk, and a fan lamp hanging from the center of the ceiling.
There were two long, rectangular mirrors above the beaura with semi-circle tops, flanking the small shell-shaped lamp. But otherwise, the bureau appeared to be empty. The desk, too, was free from clutter--a few books, a folder file, a penholder, a tape dispenser, a hole-punch, some pens, pencils and markers. The roller-chair was pushed in. The doors on the armoire were made of glass, and looking more closely, he saw that it wasn't really an armoire, but an entertainment center--complete with stereo and vid-screen.
There were four doors that led in and out of the room, and pushing up off from the bed, he went to investigate them. The one led out to a balcony, but, seeing as how it was so bright outside, he really didn't feel up to going out to see what he could see from there. Another door led to a walk in closet--complete with a rack for shoes and accessories and hangers galore. There was also a three-panel mirror at the end, and when he turned to go back out, he discovered the fourth mirror attached to the back of the door.
The third door was locked, and that made him curious, but he went onto the fourth door... and discovered the bathroom.
Jake had lived more than half of his life at an orphanage, and, although the Maxwell Orphanage was very well maintained... it was still an orphanage. If you thought of it in terms of a family, it was like having and living with fifty siblings at any given point. Even if something was yours... you still ended up sharing it.
But... he'd never...
The bathroom was about the size of a small room, perhaps 10x11'. There was a combined sunken bathtub and shower, a double sink, a porcelain toilet, and a linen closet. Deep, rich, royal and azure blues and pristine white tiles and marbles. Sparkling silver faucets. The signature soaps were baby blues and navy blues--seashells and fish and crabs. The folded towels were white with blue lettering--WEI. The large mirror extended from one end of the marble counter top to the other, and stretched to reach the ceiling. The ceiling had fancy woodwork bordering of leaves and shells and stuff. It was just all too much---much more than he'd ever imagined before, let alone, seen...
And if the trunks and suitcases by the bedroom door were any indication, then this was supposed to be all his for his stay here.
"Shit! I've died and gone to Rich Heaven."
Using Father's research notes, I feel positive that I can break the code, and then, then justice will be served. What a funny word, 'justice'. And how sweet it tastes to know those bastards will get what they deserved.
~ Trinity Jackson,
November 24, 175AC
In Reference to the AHB Project
The demon-child, as Dorothy fondly referred to the youngest Peacecraft, was playing contentedly in the sandbox of the local park. An early summer's breeze sent black curls a-floating as the child merrily patted down a mountain of sand.
"Do you think something's wrong with me?"
The wounded little question brought the blonde woman's attention back to the other child beside her. She smacked the red head's thigh, and then took the small hand into her own. "No, of course not," she told the child, smiling into that elfin face.
The girl looked on at her with a pitiful face.
"Mariemeia," Dorothy continued after sighing deeply. "It's a part of your character that you will just learn how to control and deal with."
Mariemeia sighed dejectedly, pushing a stray strand of dark auburn hair back behind one ear. "My father never had such problems, I'm sure," she mumbled.
The older woman smiled, patting Marie's hand. "Don't be so sure, darling. Trieze-sama had his own set of problems--just like we all do, dear. But we must over *come* those problems, become *stronger* for them, forge ahead and--"
"You're beginning to rant," the child said calmly.
Dorothy paused mid-sentence, mouth agape, arm raised. "Oh, quite right. Sorry," she said, replacing her hand on her lap.
Mariemeia sidled closer to the older woman and laid her head down on Dorothy's shoulder. "It can't be normal... to be this problemed. I know Mother's upset; I know she has reason to be, and I *try* to be good, to act how she and Sally want me to act. To behave as I would think my Father wants me to behave..."
"But what about you?" Dorothy questioned softly, one hand brushing back the golden red fall of wavy hair. "What do you want, Mariemeia?"
"I--I--I want what they want, too," the child said softly. "I want to be happy, and do well in my classes, and make friends, and find love, and have a successful career, and rule the world, and have a family, and--"
Dorothy laughed. "Is that all, hmm? Perhaps you should add a little more to your list. That way, if you only meet half, you'll still be content, ne?"
Mariemeia tried to smile, but found that she couldn't. "I want to be happy, Dorothy, really I do."
"Then stop trying so hard, my dear," Dorothy said softly. "Happiness and love find you when you least expect them too. You just have to make sure you're willing to accept them when they come."
I was able to meet Heero again today at an Old French style café. Sometimes it amazes me how much he's grown. I wonder if he sees any great difference in me as well. We sat and talked for at least three hours--I could have stayed all night, but he had a meeting to rush off to on L4 he said. I miss him so much. I never really thought about it; about how lonely I've been since I've gone away to school. Now more than just a town or city separates us--entire colonies separate us.
He's doing well for himself. Only out of school for a year and he's already well known among the colonies. And, what's more, he's well liked. Well, Heero was always easy to like. I should know. I've loved him for all my life.
~ Trinity Jackson,
May 14, 172 AC
3 yr. Before President Yuy's death
"Farrah! Stop Calling!"
"I am sorry, Quatre-sama, perhaps this is a bad time," the amused voice on the other end of the line said.
The annoyed statement of the blond man quickly dissolved into one of polite curiosity. "No, no, I apologize," Quatre replied, flicking on the view screen. "I must admit, I am surprised to hear from you so soon, Lady."
Lady Une's smile wavered for a brief moment and she nodded her head. "Yes, I am sorry if I am disturbing you, Quatre, however, I had something of a... personal matter I wished to speak to you about."
Quatre frowned, leaning back in his swivel chair. 'A personal matter'?
"Marie has been... having... difficulties..." she sighed. "I need your help, Quatre, and I really don't know who else to turn to."
If the young man was taken back, he didn't show it. "How so?" he asked calmly.
"I don't know what to do! I've tried consulting every journal I know. We've been to counselors and psychologists. I've down everything I could think of, but nothing seems to work!"
"Lady," he said calmly. "What is the problem."
"I don't know, *that's* the problem," the woman gushed. "If I *knew* maybe I could fix it, but I don't so I can't and I feel utterly hopeless!"
"Anne, you're not--"
"I want to help her, Quatre. I want her to be happy! But she--"
"She?" Quatre jumped in quickly. "Mariemeia? Is she okay? Has something happened?"
Lady Anne Une gave a weak sobbing laugh. "She is physically well, yes, but Quatre..." she shook her head. I don't understand what's wrong. I just want her to be happy..."
"Yes, yes, that's understandable, but, Anne, what happened?"
"She was expelled from another school, Quatre. Another One! Quatre, she can't--"
"I see, but, lady, why are you telling *me* this?"
She swallowed, trying to recompose herself. "Quatre, you have 29 sisters. I have very little experience with other women, and, I've talked to Sally and Noin for advice, but..." She swallowed. "I know this is a lot to ask, but... Would you consider, maybe... taking her in to live with you for some time?" she rushed.
Quatre blinked. Several times. "Ah, um, Lady... I don't see how that can help. There are no women living with me right now and--"
"Yes, and that's why we think it might be good for her!" Une exclaimed, much to Quatre's confusion. "Every since we've had her, she's been surrounded by women! Zechs and you boys, the exceptions, of course. But, she hardly sees any of you on a regular basis. Zechs was more like a surrogate father to her... but... when Kit came along..."
"Displacement," Quatre nodded, trying to follow to where Une was leading.
"Yes, and so, she's been lacking a male role model..."
"And so you want to counteract that lack by throwing her into a home with all males?" Quatre sounded a little incredulous, wondering if maybe Une didn't have a third personality that he'd never seen before now--like, the insane one, maybe?
"Quatre, please," she said softly. "I don't know what else to try... Will you please just... consider it?"
Quatre was silent for a minute, and then finally he nodded. "I will think about it, but I will make no promises."
"Thank you," she replied earnestly, as though he had answered yes. And then she disconnected, leaving him staring at a blank screen.
"It is not a bad concept."
Quatre leaned forward, his elbows propped on top his paper work, his lips pursed behind his hands. "No," he agreed. "It's not. What scares me is, as I think about it, it makes a little sense."
"Lady Une is not normally a senseless woman."
Quatre fell back into his chair, smiling, rocking. "So you would have told her 'yes' then?"
"No," Wufei answered calmly, not bothering to look at him from his resting point on the sofa. "I would never presume to answer for all of us, and such a thing as the girl coming to live here for a spell *would* require all of us."
"Yes..." Quatre murmured, frowning, swinging now from side to side... "But your answer would be 'yes'..."
"I am not against the girl visiting for a time, no," the Chinese man said calmly.
Quatre stopped rocking and swaying and just stared at the man on the sofa. And then he nodded to himself. He knew what his answer would be, too.
{A woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, holding a microphone is standing before a brownstone building, trying to keep the wind from blowing her hair in her face}
Woman: Moments ago, Senator Heero Yuy of L1 addressed the United World Federation here in the building behind me, the United World Federation Senate House. In his speech he asked for the World Federation to consider the actions they took now and how those actions will affect our future and the future of our children. This has been just one of many stops for Senator Yuy in his campaign for a peaceful co-existence for both the Earth and the Colonies...
~ News Clip
June 6, 174 AC
He wasn't sure if he wanted to unpack all his things yet--just in case he really wasn't going to be staying in this room. It would be a waste to unpack everything if he was only going to have to pack everything back up again. But he also didn't know what to do. According to the alarm clock on the nightstand--a metallic cube--it was only 2 in the afternoon... and he'd just woke up...
Finally gaining courage, he'd braved the bright sunlight and checked out his balcony. It was pretty neat--he'd never been on a balcony before. A roof? Yeah, sure... but this was pretty neat. It wasn't his own private balcony, though. It actually extended quite a bit and connected to some other doors. It was more like an outside patio, he reasoned... with another patio below it... and another below that... and then a HUGE paradise-like pool that made his eyes go as round as saucers when he saw it...
But there was only so much he could do, he concluded, sticking to his own room and patio... but he didn't want to be a snoop...
In the end he decided to go exploring. Hey! If he was gonna live here, he'd might as well get to know the place a bit, no?
If only he knew what he was getting into...
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Twenty **********
Andrea Readwolf
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