See Relena Date (chapter 1)

[Egg Drop Soup]

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Description: Relena tells her friends she has a b/f, they tell her to bring him to her brothers wedding. Now she only has 3 weeks to get a b/f. What?s a girl to do? Check the classifieds of course?
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story line.


See Relena Date
By Egg Drop Soup



Chapter 1?


A young woman stepped out of the cold January wind, into the warm coffee shop she knew so well. It had been colder than usual that day and she felt the chilled air cling to her throat, and the warmth of the shop was much to be desired.

She always came here, whether it be out of boredom or distress. She would bury herself in constant cups of coffee and leave at a reasonable time. She mostly came here to get out, away from the deadlines, the constant nagging at how she was 23 and still didn?t have a boyfriend, and how her internship at the magazine headquarters was more like hell than at all fun.

She waved in greeting to the owner in the apron behind the bar like counter and she eased down on her usual stool. ?Hey, Pete.? She smiled as she combed a few fingers through her hair to tame the frizzing ends that had been tossed about by the wind.

Pete smiled as he finished drying off a cup with a towel. ?Your usual, Miss Relena??

Relena nodded and she let out a sigh as she laid her head on the counter. ?Yes, and hurry please!? She gave him a mock begging look.

Pete let out a chuckle and nodded. ?Ok, one vanilla mocha, coming right up.?

She was left alone in the silence of the caf?. It was no surprise that she was the only one there at the time, hardly anyone came here on a Saturday night. ?Everyone?s to busy having a life.? She mentally grumbled and that thought worsened her mood.

She cast her eyes down toward the heavy shoulder bag that lay resting on the floor. She knew it was dumb of her to try and avoid all the paper work that it held. She was sure that her superiors were giving her more work lately on purpose.

She needed a hot Mocha badly. The caffeine would probably at least bring some back some of the much-needed energy that her brain required to finish the paper work.

Thoughts of work only increased the pain from her headache. And oh god, how her head hurt her.

Relena rubbed a hand against her temple. The headaches had become strangely more common in the last few months. She had come to see Pete a lot more often due to the stress that just kept on building up.

She glanced at her reflection on the counter top. She would have to wear makeup for a while, to cover the dark circles under her eyes that had started becoming more noticeable in the last few days.

She let out a sigh as she reluctantly straightened her posture. She felt a short pain in her lower back, as the tender muscles seemed to complain from the pressure that they had been put under.

The time that it took for Pete to actually finish making her mocha was strenuous. Relena felt her nerves beginning to twitch and she new that she really DAMN well needed that coffee!

Pete placed a coaster atop the bar-like counter and the long awaited cup of coffee soon followed.

Nothing could describe the relief she felt when upon taking hold of the cup in her hands. Just holding it, seemed to wash away nearly half the stress and aches that claimed her worn out body. Relena let out a contented sigh as she raised the plastic cup to her lips. The liquid that seeped into her mouth and down her throat was like that of a magic potion, and Relena could already feel her body gaining back its lost strength.

She stretched her awkward limps and rested her crossed arms on the counter. The warmth from the hot liquid radiated through her body and fuzzy memories from earlier that day kept returning to the troubled magazine intern, sitting at the bar of a coffee shop, sulking.

She was sitting at her usual cubicle desk, in the midst of the hot resulting passion of writing a paper. She had been sitting there, in the hardback chair, for hours upon end, researching for her next article.

Her superiors had praised her work and had told her that if she were to keep up with her amazing energy and brilliant papers, that she would be able to be raised to a higher positional field of work. She had come to love her fellow magazine staff and her work over the last few months, and the little sacrifice of getting her boss?s coffee and delivering files, were a small price to pay for the chance to be a budding author of a magazine article, or perhaps a high position in the office department she was working at.

The pay was low, but higher than the other jobs she had worked or applied to before. And it paid for the rent and put food on the table, so there was little she could complain about. Her apartment?s d?cor could have been better, but she wasn?t one to complain. She had hoped that she could remodel, but the thing2 was that she didn?t have the time or the energy, and the extra expenses were a major factor to her lowly budget.

She wasn?t poor; on the contrary, she was rich. Her brother was the full owner of the Sanc Magazine, which had been running smoothly ever since her late father?s death. Her family had always owned the magazine, and it would continue down the family-like-monarchy line.

But Relena had wanted to get away from all of that. She felt limited with the comforts of her family?s legacy. She didn?t want to continue an idea that was not of her own accord; she wanted to make something for herself, by herself. Her life wasn?t as glamorous, oh no, far from it, but she felt, a sort of satisfaction at being able to live on her own.

If her brother had full knowledge of all she was doing, she was sure that he would drag her back home, back to the Sanc office that still was vacant, in hope of her return, and back to the luxurious lifestyle she had been born in.

She stopped her tapping of the keys on the keyboard and let her lips pucker in a sour expression. Relena had gotten many calls on her answering machine from him as of late. The calls were all the same, asking if she was well, and telling her that he loved her. Ha! Relena knew him well enough to read between the lines. ?Come home. Your adventure is fruitless. How much longer are you going to peruse an ambition that won?t be fulfilled.?

Of course the words for her concern and love were in the right. She knew that her brother cared for her more than anyone in the world, but it sickened her that he would hide meanings of other words in such ones of tender fondness and warm regard.

?Why can?t he understand?? Relena closed her eyes momentarily, letting out a sigh and continued to press on with her typing.

Overall, Relena understood that she had it better than most people did. She had what anyone could ever ask for: family, friends, money, a job, and a place to call home. But yet?there was always something missing, and that something was one she couldn?t fill up with words or phrases.

Relena studied the few lines of words on the open word document. She sighed at the frustrations that it was giving her. ?What?s a more sophisticated word for arranged?? She scratched her head in an attempt to think. ?I know the word, its on the tip of my tongue?ugh?why is it so hard to think about it? Could this be writers block? Man, my muse just isn?t talking to me today!?

(AN: muses are things that bring writers inspiration to create wonderful masterpieces, such as painting, clothes, or in Relena?s case writing. Muses can be anything that gives you an idea to create something. Relena has a muse in the back of her mind; it?s kinda referred to a subconscious, which often gives thoughts to her and responses to questions that Relena dwells on. You?ll see all that later on. LOL. I swear its funny as heck.)

Relena leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. ?This always happens! My train of thought is just so screwed up!? She straightened her posture against the chair?s uncomfortable back.

She closed the word window, not forgetting to save the latest revisions to her document, and scowled as she looked for other things to do in the time being. The sound of her rustling through drawers and other files on her desk caused her friend, in the cubicle next to hers attention.

?Miss Relena, what are you looking for?? Dorothy peered over the cubicle wall curious to know the cause of the many shuffling sounds. ?If you need some pencils or a stapler, you could always ask me.? She let out a chuckle at the scene of the other employ?s workstation. Papers and files took up most of its space. The trashcan was long overdue for the janitor to dump it out. ?But, I?m not surprised that you couldn?t find anything in that ruble.?

Relena let warning look ease onto her features that normally held a strained smile to her friend?s antics. ?Well, Dorothy. If you had all the work I have had as of late, you would understand why I don?t have enough time to clean my station.?

Dorothy let out a smirk and raised an eyebrow, ? And what work, pr?t ale is so hard that you are behind on your cleaning??

Relena was finding it hard not to march around that cubicle wall and just dump the vary same continents of her trash can, that Dorothy was jeering at, over the owner of that damn conceded smirk?s head. But Relena couldn?t do that, no. Her friendship with Dorothy over the years had granted her immunity too much of her dear friend?s sarcasm.

?I had to do Mr. Owens?s drafting, Mrs. Carrboro?s editing, get tea and snacks for three meetings-? She glanced momentarily at the silver watch that claimed her wrist.?-Soon to be four at 1 o? clock, I picked up the editor?s requested papers, developed some of the pictures for the photography department, and I researched a lot of reporter?s sources, so they could have liability-like evidence that their stories are true, and finally, on top of all that, I have to write my OWN paper so that I can move up to a higher position and get as far away from doing errands instead of actually writing!? Relena?s face held a calm expression but her voice rattled with a trembling cord of anger, and Dorothy of all people, knew better than to push the young intern too far.

Dorothy held up her hands in acceptance. ?Ok, ok. I was wrong. You are busy. But you?re not too busy to go out for lunch with us, are you??

Relena?s facial expression changed faster than the speed of light. A smile once again claimed her lips. ?No, if I work through lunch, it?ll be even worse. I?ll probably be the only one around to accept extra work at the last minute from the supervisor. Plus, if I don?t eat soon, I won?t have any energy to finish up all the other work I have to do.?

Dorothy smiled. ?Yeah I feel the same way, I mean, when I was over in the Sales department, dropping off files to where Hilde was working. I had just asked her to review the sale prices on one of the documents for me, like I was told to by Mr. Samuels and then all of a sudden, my stomach starts growling! It got to be so loud that I could hear it over her radio!?

Relena let out a chuckle as she stepped onto her own stool, against the wall that separated their two working stations, and raised herself on it high enough so that she was eyelevel with Dorothy. ?Really? Sales are aloud to listen to music outside their headphones? But I thought no one was aloud to do that...?

Dorothy laughed with her. ?I?m dead serious. You can ask Hilde about it later. She has this mega-huge boom box that she hides in her backpack, when she leaves and comes to work. The head of Sales, has one himself, so no one really cares that much.?

Relena frowned. ?Yeah, but I think that if Mr. Daren would find out, he wouldn?t be too happy. You know how he is about anything going on in the business without his knowledge or his approval.?

Dorothy rolled her eyes. ?Well, if you ask me, he can take his snotty attitude and shove it up his-?

?Shove up his ?what?? Mr. Daren asked peering up at them as he stood in front of the very wall that separated Relena and Dorothy?s office.

?Um?Mr. President, good afternoon sir, how are you today? Do you need us to do something?? Dorothy jumped at the voice that belonged to the tall, pudgy, early-thirties, slightly bald man in front of them.

Relena had been startled as well but unlike Dorothy, she didn?t regain her composure or her balance and greeted her boss from her fallen form on the floor, the scattering papers and files, cushioning her fall. ?Um...hello, sir.?

Mr. Daren glanced at her form on the floor. ?For God sakes Dorlain, get off your butt and Catalonia, wipe that smart ass smirk off your face!?

Dorothy was, to say the least, appalled and Relena knew, that if given the chance, she would have clobbered him with any piece of machinery in the office. ?Now, I don?t know who you ladies where ranting about, but here this, we of the Alliance magazine don?t gossip or make untrue accusations, and I will not have any of my employees going against our own code of honor, understood??

?Yes, sir.? Dorothy said mechanically, digging her nails into the cubicle wall, doing all she could to refrain from saying words she would much later regret.

?Yes-ouch-sir,? Relena?s muffled reply came from struggling out of the piles of papers.

Mr. Daren gave them one last glare and left.

Relena, who by now, dug herself out of the paper pile?s depths, pulled herself back up to the stool and raised herself up, once again, eyelevel with Dorothy. ?Do you think he heard us?? She whispered hesitantly.

Dorothy growled at the word ?he?. ?No, that guy?s too full of himself.?

Relena gave the blonde coworker a concerned glance. ?Hey, don?t worry about him. He?s not worth getting upset about.? She placed a comforting hand on the one that Dorothy was digging her nails into the wall with.

Dorothy released her grasp on the wall and turned her gaze away from where their boss had trudged off too. ?Yeah?? her voice held no feeling or relative emotion. All Relena could see was the anger, pent up inside the blue stormy eyes.

Relena let her eyes stray to the clock on the wall. A sudden relief lifted away all the day?s exertions from her shoulders. ?Hey, its lunch time, we got to catch up to Hilde.?

Dorothy suppressed a smile, but Relena could tell that she angry. ?Come on, Dorothy, I?ll treat ya too a nice float at Sampson?s!? She turned around, jumped off the stool, and started flipping through her messy work area, looking for her purse.

Dorothy raised an eyebrow. ?Why is it always Sampson?s??

Relena stopped and smiled meekly up at her friend. ?They fit my budget, that?s why.?

Dorothy laughed. ?You?re being cheap, that?s not fair.?

Relena raised an eyebrow. ?Well, Miss High and Mighty, can you afford to go to a 5 star restaurant everyday, yourself??

Dorothy held her hands up in resignation. ?No.?

Relena let a triumphant smile grace her face. ?Then I don?t want to hear any complaints from you.? She gave a cry of satisfaction and grabbed her purse in her hand. ?Come on! Hilde?s waiting on the third floor!?

* * * *

?Where are they?? Hilde sighed as ran a hand through her short blue cropped hair. She raised her left wrist to eyelevel, glancing at the watch that was placed there. ?They better hurry. I?m hungry.?

?Hilde!? Relena called, as if confirming Hilde?s assumptions, as she ran down the hallway to the lobby that Hilde was waiting for them in. Their high-healed shoes made CLACKING sounds against the tiled flooring. Relena was about a few inches in front of Dorothy and it didn?t look like the honey blond haired girl would keep her pace up for long against the platinum blonde?s longer strides.

The hallway narrowed when upon entering the lobby and Relena had to slow down a bit, so as to not knock into the walls. Needless to say, this gave Dorothy the opportunity to pull out in front, the victor. They made good timing upon entering the lobby and were greeted by Hilde?s smiling face. ?Hilde, *gasp* I?m sorry *gasp* we?re late.? Relena mustered between breaths as she panted heavily while leaning over to use the wall as a source of support.

?Oh, its ok. You can make up for it, by buying me lunch next time.? Hilde winked and started skipping off toward the elevator. Relena?s jaw had fell to the floor and Dorothy felt it hard to hold back the laughter that threatened to pour out between her lips.

?Come on now, I haven?t gotten all day.? Hilde was estatic as she held the elevator open for them.

Relena?s form trembled and shook as Dorothy patted her on the back a few times while they walked over to the smiling blue cropped hair sale?s department intern. ?Why me??


* * * *

The smell of grease and fries drifted across the air in the inside of the dinner. Voices echoed, even from the smallest whisper off the walls, which had been hastily decorated. The oldies music played off the raggedy old jukebox that collected dust in its corner.

Relena slurped down the last of her strawberry smoothie. There was no better remedy for a hard, busy, day then a smoothie. The fruity blend mixed with the cool freshness was enough to brighten the spirits of the three coworkers.

Relena glanced guiltily at the remaining wrapper of her candy bar that rested next to her empty plate.

Dorothy followed the honey blonde?s gaze and snickered lightly. ?Relena, I thought you said you weren?t going to eat it all.?

Relena flushed. ?I?I was hungry.?

?Yeah, Relena. You?re starting to get a gut.? Hilde poked her in the stomach for good measure. ?Maybe all that work is keeping you away from actually working out.?

?I bet that?s it.? Dorothy chimed in. ?Soon you won?t be able to get any guy for a boyfriend.?

Relena?s eyes narrowed and her lips twisted into a mischievous grin, which quite frankly caught the other two off guard. ?What if I already have one??

?W-What?? Hilde chocked on her glass of water. Coughing a little, she repeated her question. ?What??

?No way!? Dorothy leaned over on the table, peering closely into the other woman?s face, searching for any sign of conceit.

Relena smiled. ?Its working.? She leaned back in her chair and toyed with the curly strands of her hair. She giggled insanely, like that of any lovesick fool. ?I have to be believable.? She shrugged her shoulders. ?I bet you didn?t think that I got me a man.?

Hilde and Dorothy exchanged looks. ?So, why haven?t we seen him lately?? Dorothy?s face gleamed with little hope of trapping Relena in a lie.

?Yeah, he hasn?t sent you any gifts, cards, letters?not even a phone call to the office.? Hilde said as she rested her elbows on the table.

Relena scowled inwardly. ?Damn it, I knew they?d ask me questions about it! Quick! Quick! Think Relena! Think!? She crossed her arms and smiled coolly at them. ?Well, he is a very busy man, and when we?re together, he makes up for all the time we?re apart.?

?Mmm?hmm.? Dorothy muttered, still in disbelief. ?Well then, I don?t see why you can?t bring him to your brother?s wedding.?

?Well?that?s?? Relena?s fa?ade faltered and she began to find it harder and harder to suppress the billowing anger that threatened to irrupt. She mentally cursed, she should?ve known better than to fall for one of Dorothy?s traps.

But Dorothy had a keen eye for details and caught sight of Relena?s slight misshape; her face shimmered in triumph. ?In 3 weeks?I can?t think of a better opportunity than to meet him there.?

If Relena didn?t know better, she would have thought that Dorothy had a kind of tracking device that could detect anger in people, because she didn?t stop talking there. ?What?s wrong Relena?? Dorothy snickered at the blonde?s failure to make a retorting comment. ?You?re not afraid to bring him to the wedding are you?? She toyed with the straw in her own half filled smoothie cup. ?Could it be that?you?re boyfriend doesn?t really exist, after all??

?Dorothy!? Hilde cried out in astonishment. ?Leave it alone-?

?No!? Relena slammed her fist down on the hard surface.

She was trembling.

?I?DO?have a boyfriend.? She glared at Dorothy with menacingly filled eyes. ?And I will bring him to the wedding!? She stared at her coldly, waiting for what Dorothy would dish out next. She could take it. She wouldn?t let Dorothy see her loose. She couldn?t loose.

Not to Dorothy.

Dorothy?s lips turned into a sly grin, deciding that she wouldn?t let Relena depart without one last word. She smiled sweetly; a surprising reaction, even to herself, raised up her plastic cup and muttered a low, ?See ya, there.?

Relena couldn?t react. All her limps were immobilized and tense with anger. All that she could do in retaliation was glare. The stormy expressions of pent up frustration and anger that raged in those aquamarine orbs were all targeted toward the Cheshire cat grin across her coworkers face.

Oh, how she wished she could smack that grin off.

Hilde just sat there, in the midst of the conflict, turning her head around nervously toward one woman?s direction and then the other. Part of her wanting to say something to ease the thick tension, the other thought it best to not get involved. So she sat there in silence, contemplating about what was the best course of action.

Relena quickly spun on her heels, grabbing the purse from its place, hanging relaxingly over the back of her chair. Her high-heeled shoes echoed loudly around the restaurant at each time they brushed against the tile.

She dumped the tray in its respected spot near the door, and she placed a hand on its handle. She felt eyes on her and she turned back to look at the overly confident lips turned into a smile on the blonde?s face and the uncomfortable expression on the short blue cropped haired girl?s face.

She nodded curtly and pushed open the door fiercely, taking a sudden right as soon as she stepped onto the pavement.

The wind was cold, far colder than a regularly January gust of wind. She tightened her hold of the jacket that draped over her shoulders. Her lips parted in deep breathes as steam hit where the cold air met the warmth. If it were not windy, you would hear the words that slipped between those lips of chaste breaths and steam. ?Yeah, See ya there??



AN: And so joins chapter 2!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *excited* This one?is long I know?*sweatdrop* I hope I?m doing good on this story, I really have no idea where I?m gonna go from here, but I can surely say I have the next chapter planned out, at least I think I do?well, hope you enjoyed the short prologue and the long chapter!
~Egg Drop Soup

[kmblue]

This is a pretty good AU but it would be better if you didn't stick an Authors Note right in the middle. It jars the flow of the fic and its confusing. Pretty good job!

[AngelOfDeath]

Nice. I'm keeping an eye on this one....

::feel the power of the eye::

[Raspberry]

Yeah, I agree with others!

It's cool to see Relena dating only to win with Dorothy Wondering when Heero will show up...

Good job and please continue!

[Egg Drop Soup]

now that I look at it...

yeah....I see what you were talking about...it does interupt the flow of the story... :-?

*makes a note to change it later*

[melrose_stormhaven]

Nice story. Just a few minor spelling mistakes, but overall, good plot!