Never forget: Part 2

[pilot03]

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Never Forget: Part 2
by: Pilot03

We all fear it. From every child to adult. The young and the old. They all had it. That fear had taken hold of Quatre's mind. He ran blindly into the raging downpour he had seeked shelter from earlier in Ted's Bar. His long coat becoming heavy from the rain. Searching between plastered bangs of blonde hair he finally located the vehicle he had used that evening for his impromptu outing. He jumped in and started the engine. Quatre pointed the vehicle in the direction of his main corporation building. On the drive over, his subconscious bought back his reoccurring thought.

"What if she rejects me. What if I have waited to long and the moment has passed now?" His hand went to the scar at his side.

The effects of the alcohol had not completed let go of Quatre's senses so for the most part he maintain a safe speed to avoid accidents. Quatre had no intention of causing anymore pain for reckless faults of his own. He weaved his way between traffic as fast as he could. Arrangements had to be made. Obligations to assign.

When he pulled up to his large upscale corporate office he was greeted by a doorman carrying a umbrella. He had just opened it to shield the driver from the effects of the storm when he realized a young man had already flown past him.? Sir....the rain?" He questioned.

"No need to worry about it. Why don't you take the rest of the night off and get home early." The doorman was making to protest when he caught sight of the man's features. "Um....Yes, sir! Yes, sir Mr. Winner!" Quatre graced him with one of his trademark smiles as he made his way into the building. He politely announced himself to the staff and practically ran up to his office. He slammed the door behind him as he made it to his personal suite reserved for his business associates on the top floor. The storm outside picked up as if to mirror the urgency Quatre felt to find where Dorothy was living.

Having been thrown into the middle of a war that had to be fought, Quatre was not without his skills. He first contacted his most trusted managers and told them they would be in charge of Winner Corp. until he could come back to retake control. If he ever did decide to come back. This was another possibility Quatre was now faced with. He had a normal routine to his life. He?d wake up, go to work, negotiate mergers, drink, then go home to sleep a few hours before doing it over again the next day. In a matter of moments he had easily thrown this world upside down. He didn?t know if he could ever go back to this way of life again. The last time he had felt this helpless to control his future was shortly after the war started. He didn?t like having old memories or habits for that matter to resurface at a time when he was most venerable.

The more he thought about the changes he was making on such short notice, the more he realized he had made his life easy on purpose. He vaguely remembered the last time he put any thought into what he would do from one day to the next. He had been living in a cozy little cycle. One devoid of any serious decision making. He was running away from living. He wondered how long would it have taken living that way to break down completely. How long had he been running away from his life? He pushed those thoughts away and tried to organize his madness. He had already delegated his responsibilities within the company. He even contacted his sisters to inform them he?d be out of the office on vacation. They all agreed it was long over due and wished him a safe journey. ?Thank you?.I?m going to need it.? He spoke after hanging up with the last of his many siblings.


Quatre grabbed a duffle bag from a closet where he kept a change of clothes and quickly stuffed it with the entire wardrobe that was hanging inside. He had no idea how long his search would last but he was certain that he could always purchase more supplies or clothing if the need ever arose. With that task completed, Quatre sat down in front of his computer. He had access to most computer databases but lacked the means to find someone as quickly as he wanted to. He picked up the phone and made another phone call. It was a private phone number to Preventor Headquarters.

?Hello, Agent Maxwell speaking?what can I do you for??

Quatre left the line quiet for a few moments trying to recall the last time he has spoken to Duo. It had to be more then few years ago at best. ?Um?.hello?..anyone there?? Quatre mental slapped himself for his lapse. ?Sorry Duo, it?s me, Quatre. I know we haven?t talked in awhile and I must apologize for my rudeness. I never meant to ignore you or anyone else for so long. I have just been?.well?.I have been busy.? Quatre prepared himself for any bitter words his former comrade might say. Luckily for him he was pleasantly surprised to find that Duo was never one to carry a grudge against old friends such as Quatre.

?Have you lost your mind again Q-man old buddy. You don?t have to say sorry. Everyone knows you are busy with your company. We were actually more worried that you?d never find a decent girl if you kept yourself locked up.? Duo laughed into the receiver. Quatre looked down although nobody was in the room and began tapping his foot. ?Actually?that was one of the reasons I called you up Duo. Don?t get me wrong! I should have kept in touch more, but I could really use your help and the Preventor?s database. I need to find someone.? Duo waited patiently. He sensed there was more to Quatre?s request then he let on. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Duo spoke in the most innocent voice he could muster without laughing out loud. ?Alright. You want to find somebody I take it. Is this a business associate. Or is this for personal reasons. I need some information so I can start the search. Let?s start with the obvious. Is this person a guy?.or a girl.?

Duo covered the receiver to muffle his laughter when he heard Quatre sputter on his end. When Quatre finally got control of himself and felt his face wasn?t on fire anymore he responded. ?It?s a?err?women. Her name is Dorothy. Dorothy Catolina. I would like for you to find out where she is living now. We have?I would like to see her again. I have some things to discuss with her.? Quatre let out the breath he was holding.

?Sure thing buddy. Give me a call back in twenty minutes. I'll use the wonderful resources I have around me. If I can?t find her by then I?ll rebuild your Gundam myself piece by piece!? ?There is no need to go that far Duo. I?ll call back in five then.? They both hung up.

Quatre noted the time and quickly set to work gathering things he may need. He took credits out of a safe and went into the bathroom. He stuff in all his toiletries into the remaining space of his duffle and did some last minute paperwork. With each glance at the clock time seemed to slow down. At one point, Quatre could have sworn the clock was going backwards.

Duo set to work looking up any information he could find on Dorothy Catolina. He vaguely remembered Trowa talking about someone with a similar name. He wondered if this was the same person Quatre was so eager to find. If his memory was correct did she not stab him on Libra. Why would he want to find someone like that. His mind wandered back to when Trowa mentioned the name and was trying to recall why he had brought her up while his fingers flew across the keyboard. Each lead he found was quickly covered up or erased. It almost seem like someone with access to the database had tried to hide information. He but that idea out of his head. Duo was becoming frustrated, but he still had a few tricks that Heero had shown him. He put them to good use. He glanced at his watch as he hit the print out request. "Gotcha...and with time to spare."

With his usual patience?s cracking Quatre dialed Duo?s extension. The wait for him to pick up lasted a lifetime. A connection was made. ?Duo, did you find the information. Did you find her?? Quatre let it all out in a rush. Duo sighed, ?Of course I found her Q-man. I am the great but ever so humble Duo Maxwell. She is actually living nearby if you can believe it. It took me a little longer then usual. It seems like somebody didn't want her to be found. Feh, like anyone can stop me! I almost called Heero for help with this." Quatre was assaulted with feelings of happiness. ?Yeah, so I found her?.but the thing is?.she doesn?t go by Catolina anymore.?

Quatre was confused. ?So your telling me she changed her name. Maybe she was trying to make a new start for herself or to avoid the remains of the Romufeller Foundation??

?Sorry Quatre, but she changed it to match the name on her marriage license. She got married. I'll send you over the information so you can look it......?

The phone fell to the ground and the line went dead.

"Quate? You there? Hello?"



Author?s comments: Aren?t I just evil. Yeah?I know?I am. Mwhahahaha. So far so?um?good. Well not at this point for Quatre. What will the next chapter hold. More pain? More tumor? Some fluff? Maybe a ham sandwich? Tune in next time for when the Pilot stops being lazy and starts actually doing something creative. Please comment. $$$$$$$$$$ $___$

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I'd like to thank Andrea and Calla for the great idea's and support. Without them this story wouldn't be as good as it is. Thanks you two!! *Glomp*

[pilot03]

It's short I know...but I plan to update and add alittle more when time allows. Keep checking back for more!!

[Calla Lily]

*hands fly to her mouth*
Oh my word!!!
I love this story already P-03, especially the twist you put there in the end.
Now I wonder who the other guy is...

You're doing such a wonderful job, keep it up, okay?

~Calla.

[Andrea]

I knew you would do something like that!! Just, why, oh, why, did you have to leave it there?... AGAIN?! Please, do continue... Actually, I was with my face practically smashed against the screen with the suspense within those five minutes.... *takes out... flaming pompoms* More, more, more..!!

[Morrighan]

You are EVIL!!! ...But definitely not as evil as me.

This shall prove to be interesting indeed... I can't wait to see more!

[Raspberry]

Oh c'mon Pilot! You're evil as hell! How could you?!.. Now Quatre will drink more!.. And will Dorothy get divorce if she'll know Quatre loves her?.. Is she happy with that other man?.. She married because she had to or she wanted to?.. :-? :-?

NEXT CHAPPIE PLEASE, or I'll die from impatience!

[melodrama]

married!!?? *Re-reads line to be sure* MARRIED!!!??? Noooooooo.

But she's divorced now, right? It was just one of those Britney moments right? Dorothy got drunk in Vegas and married the doorman, right? *puppy eyes* Fixy P03, Fixy!

*sniffles and looks generally pathetic* pplleeeaasseeee??

*runs off to read more of fabulous ficcy*

Love Mel