the Winning Woman 2/9

[Desertbloom]

Chapter 1:

"Catherine be nice. It has been five years since you last saw him," Trowa said.

"I’ll try. So he is your best friend?" Trowa nodded his head. "Even after all he did to you?" Catherine wanted to understand why her little brother was so close to someone who hurt him.

"I told you already, he was under the influence of the ZERO system," Trowa said softly. "And he was distraught over his father’s dead. That is an awful combination. The ZERO system plays on your emotions and it caused Quatre to go insane. He didn’t know what he was doing. The system told him the colonies were evil, causing him to attack them."

"Well, I am going to feed the lions," Catherine said as she left their trailer.

Trowa knew she wasn’t feeding the lions because they were already fed today, but he didn’t go after her. He knew she needed her space right now. Grabbing his coat he headed out the door for a short walk.

***

Quatre walked around the circus grounds in search of his temporary roommates. He entered one tent and found an attractive woman throwing knives at a board with amazing accuracy.

Her wavy brown hair as pulled back into a ponytail that reached just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were extremely focused. The low cut blue shirt and jogging pants not only enhanced her figure; it also made her eyes even bluer.

‘Wow. She looks even prettier than I remember her to be,’ Quatre thought. Before he could say hi, he saw Trowa pass by, so he ran after him.

"Hey Trowa," Quatre called after his friend.

Trowa stopped walking and waved to Quatre.

"How are you?" Quatre asked.

"Good, how was your flight?"

"Boring. L4 seems so far away from Earth when you have to take a shuttle."

"How long was the flight?"

"Only six hours, but it seemed to be forever," Quatre said with a smile. "So how is life here?"

"It's okay. Cathy still has her knife throwing act, and I am still the one she throws at," Trowa answered. "I’ll take you to our trailer. You can either sleep on my bed or the couch."

"I’ll take the couch."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay here with you guys," Quatre said.

"No problem," Trowa said. He led Quatre to his room. Trowa cleaned out two drawers for Quatre’s use. He helped Quatre unpack, and when they were done he spoke again, "Cathy should be here any minute. She promised to make dinner tonight."

"Oh by the way, I saw Cathy earlier," Quatre said thinking of the beautiful woman he came a crossed.

"Did she look mad?"

"I don’t know. She was throwing her knives," Quatre said.

"Oh. Well we had a disagreement before you came and she left, so I am assuming she is taking her anger out on the poor throwing board. At least it isn’t any of us." Trowa headed out of the room.

"Am I causing trouble here? I can leave if it makes things better."

"Don’t worry, Quatre. Besides I want Catherine to be friends with you, and other than forcing her to be alone with you, this will be the only way it will happen," Trowa said with a slight smile. His emerald eyes danced with mischief.

"Hey Trowa, I’m back," a voice traveled through the trailer.

"Back here Cathy," Trowa yelled out.

After a few seconds Catherine Bloom showed up at the doorway. "Oh. Hi," she said when she saw the other man near Trowa. She turned towards Trowa and said, "I really don’t feel like cooking. How about ordering in?"

"Sounds good."

~Desertbloom

[Kanya Barton]

OOHHHH, man Quatre just got the cold shoulder bad! Man that was really, really cold! I didn't know anyone could be that cold...wait no, yes I do...damn ex-boyfriends...Anyways! This is a really good story so far! Gosh, I didn't know it was so late! Well, I'll stay up a few more hours to finish this story then I'm turning in! Peace out! (I just hope my mom didn't want to do anything with me tomorrow GAH!)