25-Sep-2000
Category: Action, Adventure, Romance, Emotional Angst.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (Combinations there of)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here, just good ole
fashion fun.
Notes: The plot careens onwards! Heero, Relena, and Wufei are, as always,
the wonderful work of Bonne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com), I keep track of Trowa, Duo and Quatre.
They'd done it. They had managed to pull it off. It had taken a lot longer then either Relena or Quatre had expected but finally the weeks of hard work had paid off. The colonies in the L2 Le Grange points would finally be getting some actual useful relief.
After the last meeting had concluded and the people had wandered off, leaving just Relena and Quatre in the room, the little Arabian had drawn the dignified Vice Minister up onto the board room table and had begun a victory waltz. Relena laughed as she got caught up in the dance and soon the two young people were using piles of reports and hated paperwork to show each other, techniques they used to get around people on the dance floor.
They were in mid spin when Heero stepped through the door. The Japanese boy's face held nothing more then a 'non-expression' as he pointed out that the Vice Minister had an appearance to make and that Quatre was now officially done for the day. It was the little blonde's, 'early night' and his room beaconed.
Quatre stood there, managing to look dignified despite the dancing on the table top. He jumped down gracefully, blinking at Heero. Early night... he had those? Room?? The little blond frowned a little. Hmmm... he'd get hold of Duo. Duo would be up for something, maybe they could catch a movie or something.
Quatre gathered up the papers, sorting through what needed his immediate attention and what he could work on a little later. He gave Heero a bit of a look.
"I'm being sent to me room? This hasn't happened since I was 5." It was a good natured grousing but the little blond skittered out the door and towards the elevator in response to no more then a firm 'non-expression' from Heero.
He was learning!
Puffing his bangs out of his eyes, Quatre watched the lights in the elevator blip off the floors. Maybe he'd hold off on trying to recruit Duo to mischief. A nice warm shower and a small nap were beginning to sound mighty nice. He still felt the effects of his physical and mental...erm... breakdown. The shower would help loosen muscles and the nap... well naps were good.
The elevator dinged obediently and Quatre slipped through the doors. He grinned a little at the quiet he found on the hall. Heero and Duo had firmly shut down the 'private' floors that both he and Relena were on. Keying in his code to his room, Quatre stepped on inside. The reports were set off to the side on a table and he picked up his phone, checking for any messages. Finding none, he moved on to the bedroom, humming softly to himself to fill the quiet in the room.
He hung up the suit jacket and his tie neatly around the hanger. Quatre wandered into the bathroom as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Turning on the water, he set the nozzles to hard tension and weaseled out of the rest of his boxers. Stepping under the spray, he let out a little groan of pleasure, letting the water cascade across his features.
As Quatre relaxed under the warm water, he suddenly had a strange feeling. He didn't exactly hear a sound over the water. He just suddenly got a prickle on the skin along the back of his neck and spine. Quatre lowered his face from the water, reaching up to sluice water out of his eyes and he looked around, frowning a bit. He didn't think that anyone was in the room with him. Heero would have done a check and a mouse couldn't get by WEI security and Heero unnoticed.
Giving his head a shake, Quatre mentally kicked himself. He was jumpy and strung out. Pushing himself back under the water, he stretched his arms out to brace against the shower wall, letting his head hang between his shoulders so the water beat against his tired back muscles as well as those nervous little hairs along the back of his neck.
The warm water helped relax the suddenly tense muscles. As he stood with his back to the shower head, he happened to glance up, through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure and suddenly saw a shadow pass across the bathroom doorway which was wide open.
Okay... his sixth sense was going off and now he'd seen something. Quatre couldn't ignore the sudden jolt of adrenaline that went through his system. His mind, quickly 'woke' up. He had no gun, at least not in the bathroom. His belt. Quatre made a face at himself. Heero could kill someone with a belt... Quatre would probably get the buckle up his nose. Well.. it was better then dying, naked, in the shower.
Leaving the water running, Quatre quietly crept out of the door, picking up the belt that sat neatly on his trousers. He contemplated the trousers for a moment but there wasn't time. Using the sound of the water to mask bare little footsteps he crept towards the open doorway, sticking to the side, peeking out into the bedroom as he wound the belt around his hands.
He heard nothing, saw nothing... wait... a shadow by the bed? Someone dressed in dark clothes, hooded as well, bending over his briefcase?
Now, it should be kept in mind that the little blond was under a hell of a lot of stress and strain. Normal courses of recognition, were not working as swiftly as usual. Quatre contemplated trying to signal for Duo but the communicator was in his jacket pocket. Stupid.. just because he'd gotten tired of it stabbing him in the thigh at the table, he should have put it back in his trouser pocket.
Quatre took in a quick assessment of the situation and broke cover, crossing the open expanse between the bathroom and the bed/briefcase quickly. He'd crossed the bulk of the distance when he suddenly felt grabbed from behind - hands on his shoulder and upper arm.
His body reacted before his mind had a chance to think. He ducked his small form and drove his shoulder towards the hand's grabbing him, trying to land a quick body check into the vulnerable stomach of the person who held him.
The attacker went "ooof!" and the midsection moved back but the body Quatre hit felt very solid, well-muscled, not soft and the hands didn't loosen.
Quatre didn't panic, though he felt a prick of concern as he took in his 'attacker's well muscled form and the way the hands didn't loosen. He followed his own momentum around his attacker's waist trying to use his small stature to advantage as Wufei and Heero had been teaching him, getting his opponent pulled off his own center of gravity by staying below it as he tried to knock the man's legs out from under him.
The move worked, though his opponent seemed to know something about hand to hand. When he realized he was going down, he pushed the momentum forward, rolling over Quatre's head. But he still managed to keep his hands on the blonde's body, ending up on his back, with Quatre above.
As the blond Arabian looked down, he realized the other man, by the bed, was moving swiftly towards them. He was about to be trapped. Then he saw the uncovered face of the man who had grabbed him from behind.
Wufei grinned up at Quatre, still holding his upper arm.
"You get points... not perfect but not too bad."
End Part 17
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