The Winning Woman 3/9

[Desertbloom]

Chapter 2

After about a month into Quatre’s stay, Trowa noticed a behavioral change in Quatre. He seemed to be in a daze all the time, except when he was talking to Catherine; and then he was attentive.

‘He likes her,’ Trowa thought. ‘If only Cathy could tolerate him.’ He had already talked to Catherine about Quatre when he first noticed his best friend’s change. Catherine still hated Quatre and wanted nothing to do with him. This upset Trowa because he wanted his best friend to be happy and he wanted Cathy to find someone stable, kind, and loving.

He thought for a while about it until he got an idea. Trowa went in search of Quatre to share his idea.

Quatre was sitting under the tree, which gave shade to Trowa and Catherine’s trailer. When he saw Trowa walking up to him, he waved. Trowa said, "You like Cathy." It was more of a statement than a question.

"What?" Quatre asked slightly confused.

"Do you like Cathy, because I know how you can get her to listen to you and realize that you are a good person," Trowa said eyeing Quatre.

"How could that ever happen. You even said if my staying here did not work, then the only other thing would be to force," Quatre stopped talking when he realized what Trowa’s intent was. "Oh, you can’t be serious."

"Quatre, this is the only way she would even think of you as a friend. I really want my best friend and sister to at least get along," Trowa said.

"How do you suppose I get her to stay around me?"

"I talked to the manager and asked if I could have a few days vacation. He said I could if I could find someone to replace me in the act," Trowa stated.

"You want me to stand still as Catherine, who despises me, throws sharp knives at me," Quatre’s eyes grew as he said this.

"Yes, but she wouldn’t do anything to harm anyone, not even you."

"I don’t know Trowa… Catherine could end up being mad at you too."

"But there is a chance that she would like you. If things don’t work out I’ll come back sooner than I told the manager," Trowa stated.

"How long did you tell the manager?"

"About a month or two."

"You promised to stay in contact?"

"Yes," Trowa said. His dark green eyes showed hope.

"Fine. When do you go?"

"After I teach you all you need to know," Trowa responded.

"Okay. What do I need to know?"

"You look better if, no matter how close the knife comes to you, you don’t flinch."

"I’ll try to."

"Hey you were a Gundam pilot, so this should not be too hard," Trowa said. Trowa led Quatre into the practice tent. "Here stand against this," he pointed to a round board.

Quatre stood against the board very still. With out warning Trowa hit the board next to Quatre’s head. Quatre’s heart raced from being startled, but he managed to stand perfectly still.

"See you’re a natural," Trowa said. He smiled as Quatre’s face went white.

"Don’t do that. You scared the hell out of me!"

"But you did not move, so you’re fine," Trowa smirked. "Now let me get Catherine to throw at you."

~Desertbloom

[Kanya Barton]

Alrighty, Trowa seemed a bit OOC, but that's okay! This is your fic, you can do whatever you like with it! It's coming along great besides that one thing!