22-Oct-2000
Category: humor, sap
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Warnings: None
Feedback: C&C
Notes: What another Mel story? I don't know if I'm overly thrilled with this one. But here's a story that falls in that Resurrection series that can be found on GW Addiction. Feel free to tell me what you think good or bad on this one.
'--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Mel couldn't believe she was actually here at the circus. Trowa's circus. She couldn't remember the last time she had been to a circus, she had to have been five. Because she was never fond of circuses except for the animals, she felt she shouldn't go to this alone. So she broke one of her cardinal rules and brought one of her "gentleman" friends with her.
"Mel, how did you know I love circuses?" Basho enthused. "You want some cotton candy? I could get us some except I'm a little low on cash."
Mel sighed regretting bringing this person with her, but at least she would get a good tumble out of it later. She stuck her hands into the pockets of her jeans and handed her "date" some cash. "Here Bash, go knock yourself out. I don't want any candy but get something for yourself."
That earned her a rather inappropriate kiss on the fairgrounds as families stared at her like she was some cheap hussy.
"Later, lover!" Basho shouted back at her as he headed for the vendors. The stares from self-respecting families continued to focus on Mel.
"Alright people," She bellowed to all staring at her, "Nothing to see here. Move along please." Then she began to curse that alcohol is never served at circuses. Across the field, she saw Trowa in his clown get up. Mel shuddered. 'I hate clowns. Poor Trowa.'
Her feet were making their way to the tall, quiet ex-pilot of the gundam Heavyarms. She was within shouting distance, but she didn't want to shout. She did want to surprise him however. She would have made it, if a loud voice behind her hadn't said, "Just where do you think you're going Miss?"
Mel jumped and turned towards the voice. It was a woman with curly reddish-brown hair and light blue-gray eyes. The no-nonsense voice of this woman seemed to say, "confess your crime now and no one gets hurt." Mel seldomed was intimidated by anyone. But she felt kowtowed for the moment.
"I was going to say hi to--"
"Mel?"
'Damn, so much for the element of surprise.' She turned to face Trowa. "Hey Trowa!"
"You know Trowa?" the woman asked.
"Catherine, you can lose the watchdog attitude. This is Mel. I've told you about her," Trowa smiled.
'Ah, the sister.' "Let me guess, he left out the fact that I was a woman, ne?" Mel provided to the surprised looking young woman.
"You could say that. Trowa is notorious for leaving out details," Catherine said, with a small smile of apology. "I'm sorry I was hassling you there. It's just Trowa has so many groupies, I like to keep them at bay."
Mel laughed. "That's okay, Catherine. It's good to finally meet you." She shook Catherine's hand and found the handshake as strong as her own.
"Cathy and I have a performance to do. Can you stick around?" Trowa asked as he began to affix his clown mask.
"Sure."
Basho chose that moment to appear. "Melly! Come on! The show's about to start! It's time for the clowns! I LOVE CLOWNS!" As he dragged her away, to the raised eyebrow of Trowa and snickers from Catherine, all she could think was, 'He WOULD love clowns!'
Mel discovered something else bizarre about her gentleman friend. It seemed that he really loved clowns to the point that it got him horny. She barely got to see Trowa and Catherine's knife act because Basho wanted to slip away for a quickie. This reinforced the idea that she would never let another of her "friends" see the light of day in public with her ever again.
So after catching the knife throwing act, and having a quickie in a port-a-potty, Mel met with the clown and the knifethrower in their trailer.
"What took you so long?" Trowa asked, with a goofy smile.
"And where's your friend?" Catherine wondered aloud.
"Ah, well I sent Basho on his way home. We essentially both got what we wanted out of tonight," Mel said staring at Trowa because she knew he knew what that meant.
Trowa blushed and coughed.
Catherine asked, "Can I get you anything? Coffee?"
"Got anything stronger?" Mel asked.
"We might have a beer, will that do?" Catherine asked.
"That would be great," Mel smiled. As Catherine went off on a mission to find beer, Mel directed her gaze back at Trowa.
'Man, he's filled out nicely,' she found her thoughts running before she mentally shook her brain out of the gutter. "So ran off to join the circus, did you?" Mel smiled.
"Been talking to Quatre, huh?" Trowa smiled back.
"Well, he is my boss and all. I have to tell you I was a little surprised to find that you had vamoosed. But then again, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised."
Trowa looked confused. "Why not?"
"Ah, Tro, you and I are a lot alike. We have wanderlust in our blood. It's hard staying in one place for too long. Why do you think I mostly live on my barge instead of on land? But since Quatre didn't seem all that upset by it, I'm assuming Quatre will always be homebase for you and you will always return there. Am I right?" Mel asked.
"You're right. But this is also my home, or it has been since the war," Trowa shrugged.
"I understand completely. Just didn't want you forgetting your friends though. Which is why I stopped by."
Trowa looked at her, "Did you really ... " he flushed, "With your friend, did you two really?"
"Get it on? Yep. Who knew he had a clown fetish?"
Trowa's eyes got wide and he started to laugh. "You're kidding right?"
Mel laughed with him. "I wish. You don't know how tough it was getting him to hold out until after your act. I thought at any minute he'd be ravishing me in the stands. That would have woken up a few folks!"
Catherine returned with a beer and handed it to Mel.
"Thank you," Mel said as she popped the top and took a few deep gulps.
The Ringmaster knocked on the trailer. "Trowa! I need you to deal with the lions. They are acting up!"
Trowa yelled, "I'll be out in a minute." He looked at Mel. "Excuse me, Mel. Be right back." He left the trailer.
Mel and Catherine sat in silence for a moment.
"So you took care of Trowa when he was lost," Catherine said.
"Yes. He's a great guy, don't you think?" Mel said.
"Yes he is."
"And you're his sister, eh?" Mel asked feeling stupid that she really didn't have anything to say to someone who was Trowa's family.
"As far as I'm concerned, yes, I'm his sister."
Mel's eyebrows wrinkled. "What does that mean?"
"When I saw Trowa wandering in the streets. I told him that he was my brother. He looked so lost and here at the circus we are all family anyway," Catherine shrugged.
"So you're not related?" Mel asked curiously.
"Who knows? I did really have a brother that was lost a long time ago. I was a small kid and he was even smaller practically a baby. All I remember about that brother was he had green eyes. So when Trowa appeared in our lives, I looked into those green eyes and decided that he would be my little brother," Catherine said.
"Wow, what a story. Does Trowa know any of this?" Mel asked.
"No. It's never been brought up."
"So when you're being an over-protective sister..." Mel started.
"What do you mean by over-protective. Who told you that? Trowa?" Catherine asked with a hint of mischief in her eye.
"Umm, I'm just guessing. Besides you had me ready to confess any and all crimes earlier today when you snuck up on me!" Mel laughed.
Catherine joined in the laughter. "I may be cautious, but I don't call it over-protectiveness."
"Ah, whatever. I think I'm a bit protective of our Trowa as well." Mel said.
"Our Trowa?" Catherine asked.
"I think in a way, I've adopted him as a son as much as you've adopted him as a brother," Mel smiled.
"You're not old enough to have a son Trowa's age," Catherine argued.
"Well, the sister slot seems to be taken," Mel laughed.
"He can have more than one big sister, don't you think?" Catherine countered.
"I guess, I wouldn't know. I was an only child. Siblings were something I dreamed of until I met folks with actual siblings," Mel laughed.
"Well, I can always use a sister. If you are interested in the position," Catherine smiled.
"Someone to keep Trowa on the straight and narrow when he's not in your presence, right?" Mel laughed.
"Pretty much! Welcome to the fold," Catherine laughed.
"Does this mean I'm honorary circus folk as well?" Mel smiled wickedly.
"I don't know about that. But you are definitely a part of the Bloom-Barton clan."
"Good enough."
Trowa walked in to see Catherine and Mel cackling. He wasn't sure why but suddenly he was very afraid.
"What's going on?"
Mel smiled a touch too evilly for Trowa's taste. The smile on his sister's face wasn't much better.
"Nothing, just talking family matters," Catherine said.
"Ah, well, I should head home. Say Trowa, got any extra clown make-up I could borrow. I think Bash is coming by later. Might as well make his night," Mel said with a wicked smile.
Trowa stood looking at her stunned by what she said. Catherine just looked puzzled.
"I guess so," Trowa stammered out.
Mel looked over at Catherine. I should explain what's going on, but I'm not ready to shock you just yet, sister. I'll leave that honor to our brother, if he's up to it." She quickly hugged Catherine who still looked mystified. She grabbed Trowa in a tight embrace and gave him a quick peck on the cheek after retrieving the makeup. "Ja ne!" she said as she left the trailer.
"Brother?" Trowa said confused. "Catherine, what is she talking about?"
OWARI
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