Crazy Little Thing Called Love: Chapter 4!

[The Engrish Spy]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Engrish Spy
Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own anything remotely connected to Gundam Wing or any corporations mentioned in this story. They are being borrowed for fun and not profit.

A/N: Wow? who would have thought that three chapters would garner 37 reviews. That more then I have ever had for only three chapters. Thanks guys. Well here it is Chapter four of Crazy Little thing Called Love. Sorry about the delay, my computer crashed and I lost everything including the new chapter for Ice Queen's Revenge. Stupid Dell's?*Kick Mike the Dell Guy in the Butt* Enjoy!

Relena sat at the table and ignored the green-eyed man in front of her who seemed visibly upset but was also expressing his anger for whatever it was that she caused. She sighed and then picked up the small cup of expresso in front of her and sipped the bitter drink with a heavy heart.

"Further more you leave me to believe that you are a child of a hippie musician and a bohemian artist and have lived in the Village for years," the green eyed man expressed as his anger grew.

"Well it wasn't the whole truth but most of what I told you was true," Relena muttered from behind her small little cup.

"It still would have helped me to be informed that you belonged to one of the last remaining monarchy's on this planet. Then I wouldn't have to deal with what I had to for the past week. Do you know what Mr. Winner think of this?" he asked and then narrowed his eyes and looked down to the title page of the New Yorker.

The bold print declared that the Heiress was found and a blurry black and white photo of her and her brothers were splayed across the page. Relena picked up the cover and stared at the paper.

"You know Trowa, that picture makes me look fat?" she replied avoiding the green eyed man's angry stares.

"That doesn't answer my question Relena," Trowa replied and then took out an appointment book from his black attach? case at the side of the table.

He produced a pen and began to scribble things down next to Relena's name. Relena glanced from over the front page and then scrutinized Trowa with her aqua coloured eyes. Trowa just continued to ignore her and wrote more notes.

"No wonder you and Heero are best friends. In fact I think you two would make great lovers," she said, knowing that she would rile the man in front of her.

"I don't swing that way," Trowa proclaimed in a sing song voice still writing notes.

Relena rolled her eyes and then picked up a bread stick and broke the pliable, warm bread that the waiter had placed on their table when they had been seated. Taking a bite, she narrowed her eyes and then scrutinized Trowa again.

"What are you writing any ways?" she asked with narrow eyes.

"Your Grandmother called me," he replied and then stole the last piece of the bread stick from her hand.

Relena narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean by 'Your Grandmother called me'?"

Trowa' s eyes finally moved from taking notes. Relena noted the fear in them but recognized his calm cool exterior look that he always put on for every one else. Relena had known Trowa for too long and she as well as his sister knew that his eyes were his betrayers.

"So what is Mr. Almighty yet going to be dead in a few seconds doing talking to my grandmother?" Relena asked leaning back in the white wicker chair of the restaurant, crossing her arms across her chest and taping her unpolished nails on her arms.

Trowa swore silently and looked down at his planner. He then placed the pen down and looked up at Relena again who was wearing a smug smile on her face. Trowa swore again.

"She called me," he replied.

"Mmhmm," Relena responded.

"She wanted to have me make a few cuts to your schedule here and there and also asked if I knew some image consultants in the Manhattan Island area," he replied trying to back peddle.

"The preverbal shit has hit the fan," Relena said with a sigh and laid her head down on the table.

"What do you mean by that?" Trowa asked taking a sip of water afterwards.

"It means that I am on my way to becoming a princess because of one of my friends. It always has to be my friends. Sally having me pose for the picture of hers, Heero making me take self-defense classes when I got my apartment," Relena's muffled response came from the cocoon of her arms.

Trowa cracked the famous lopsided grin that Relena had loved since her first days at Winner Publishing.

"Well if everything does go to shit at least you can partially put the blame on me!"


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Heero continued to pace along with the fast pumping industrial techno that came from the high tech stereo system in his apartment. The pounding of feet hitting the rubber of the treadmill was rhythmic and soothing after a long day of reviewing horrible work from up and coming writers in the company and doing more revisions on Relena's latest novel. He enjoyed this time when he was alone to himself with his thoughts.

It was not always like this. Before he was promoted to his editor position he was the typical New York writer himself. He would wander the streets for a hard drink, a fine lady and a nigh of hot sex to follow. His first book had been published under a pseudonym for the fact the Heero had never liked any attention at all. "The Fish, The Island and the Woman" had been on the New York Best Sellers List for two weeks only to be ousted by the fourth Harry Potter Book the next week. Reviewer across the five burrows and the nation had hailed it as a coming of age story that had not been seen since Hemmingway. Heero had been quite embarrassed at the comparison but after Milliardo had challenged him to a drinking contest, he thought nothing more of it.

The music ended and Heero took it as his cue to slow down his work out and get off the treadmill and off to the shower so he could sleep. Walking at a pace, the New York Time that lay on his dinning table caught his eye. He knew the headline well, only because of Relena storming into his office with her second revisions.

She had been dressed in a flowing tie-dyed skirt in aqua and azure that seemed to brighten her eyes today. She wore a bleached tee shirt that was probably a child size and bought at the thrift store not too far from her apartment. His suspicions were confirmed when a faded picture of transformers was exposed to him on the back during Relena's rant. Her jewelry was simpler then ever today. A leather thong bracelet tied to her right wrist with a matching choker at her throat etched with Japanese characters. A heavy leather belt was draped low on her hips to contrast sharply with the flowing skirt and on her feet were the trusted pair of Birkenstocks that Relena only removed when the snow started to pile up in the streets.

Tracing the picture of the fairly different Relena in the photo, Heero was impressed that Relena evened owned a channel suit. He could deduce from the picture that the suit was crisp white wool with a black trim. Her hair had been swept into a chignon and not a hair was out of place. He could see her half brothers on either side of her as they swept down the stairs out of the Plaza with haste to avoid the press. Milliardo and Duo mirrored each other, dressed in freshly tailored suits and hair swept into an immaculate braid for Duo and a low ponytail for Milliardo.

Moving away from the paper, Heero made his way to the shower. When it struck him that he had been thinking about Relena's appearance too much since she had come into his office a couple of weeks ago. He noticed every little detail that she put into making her look the bohemian romance writer that she was. He was starting to like the way she would walk into his office in the flowing witch skirts and sarongs or when he would visit her and she would be sitting on the fire escape dressed in tanks and baggy men's overalls. But he liked the thought of her dressed in only the fluffy pink towel with dripping wet hair.

Shaking the thoughts from his head he reminded himself that she was only a friend and the little sister of his best friend. He was there to be a protector of her little quirks and follies. Though as of late that had not happened and the press was having a field day dragging up her past.
Getting into the shower, Heero let his thoughts travel to the past couple of days. Relena had informed him that she was a princess and then began to hyperventilate. Never had he seen a worse basket case then her at that moment. Tears, moans and more swearing in French, drove Heero to throw open the door of Relena's hidden liquor stash and pour himself a drink.

Also being his cold self he handed her the paper bag and gave her dirty looks. She did most of the calming herself. When she was somewhat decent and the tears were not flowing from her eyes she began to explain to the expressionless editor the sordid details of the lies she had created and the mess she was in now because of it. She then began to contemplate killing herself sarcastically and He handed her the knife as if driving her to actually commit the act. She had slapped him after that. He deserved it anyway. He wondered what she was up to today.

He finished his shower when his cell phone rang again. Picking it up, he gave his customary grunt of hello and was upset when the voice on the other line was not really the voice he wanted to hear.

"Heero, darling, why are you avoiding me like the fox that you are?" the shrill voice asked on the other end.

"Sylvia, I thought we discussed that I would call you," he groaned and then lay down on his bed not caring that his covers were getting wet from his sopping drenched hair.

"I know but I have not heard from you in over two weeks. I was getting worried that my little editor was forgetting my offer," she replied in a teasing manner.

Heero groaned and then smacked his head. He was about to give her a lame answer when the familiar beeping began to intercept the silence.

"Got to go, another call on the other line. Might be important editor stuff," he replied in a hurried yet cold manner.

He pushed the button quickly and then grunted his customary hello.

"Was Sylvia on the phone again," came the familiar sing song voice of Relena.

Heero let go of a sigh of relief, "Thank Kami it's you."

"Don't be worshiping me as one of your gods Yuy," Relena said with a maniacal laugh.

Heero smiled and then sat up from his bed and then glanced at the clock on his end table. The glowing red lights read that it was only seven thirty.

"What are you up to tonight?" he found himself asking.

"I was thinking of staying in and watching the Audrey Hepburn special on Turner Classics," she said with a sigh.

"Come out with me," he found himself asking in a husky whisper.

"Why the last time I went out with you to the bar, you ended up taking home this tall gorgeous brunette with legs and all and you left me with a tab that was sky high and no one to take me home," she whined.

"I'm not in the mood to pick up tonight and I would rather spend time with a friend before she had some rough looking guy posted to her twenty four seven. It will also be a good chance to get out and see what the city is like at night now that we're older," he said turning on his well-practiced but slightly cold charm.

Relena sniffed and then laughed again, "You might be getting old Mr. Yuy but I'm a twenty four year old virgin."

"All the more reason to get you out tonight," he said seriously.

"You know if there wasn't more then ten city blocks and a phone between us, I'd hit you and not agree to go with you," she retorted.

"So you'll come out," he asked again.

Relena groaned, "Fine."

She had relented and Heero broke out into a grin he only reserved for her and her silly antics.

"What do you want me to wear then?" she asked, he could hear he grumbling under her breath.

"I'll pick you up in thirty minutes. Wear that tight white tank you wear into work and that pair of low rise jeans you wore last time we went out," He suggested forgetting to calculate for travel time from his place on Park and Madison to her place on Second in the east village.

"Sounds good, see you in an hour then," she replied correcting his calculation and hung up.

"See you in an hour," He replied to the now dead phone.


TBC?

Next time? Bars, Fights and fun naughty stuff? Stay Tuned

[stefy]

I really like this story!
and I'm very curious to read the next chapters!!!
good job!
CIAO!

[White Witch]

Ooohhh, this looks interesting! I LOVE AU fics! And I'm eager to read the next chapter soon! ^_~

~White Witch~