Ice Queen's Revenge Chapter 2/?

[The Engrish Spy]

Ice Queen's Revenge
Chapter 2/?
Rating R

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All I own is a computer and a sinky uniform from MC Dee's.


It seemed that nothing went right for Dorothy days after the auction, and today was no exception. Not only was her division was cut in half, most of her key operatives were replaced by rookies who were less expensive as well as less experienced, and it had down poured across the city for six days straight, Dorothy wondered why the Mayor of New Port did not declare an emergency?

This bad lucky not only seem to affect the people of New Port but herself as well and today was not pretty. Not only had she put a run in the heavy tights she wore, a task not easily achieved, she had almost slid off the road because of the downpour, and the coffee machine in the break room on her floor was out of coffee both hot and grounds. Dorothy was so frustrated that she was about to kill the first person she saw. Unlucky for her it was none other then Quatre Winner.

As she entered Lady Une?s office for her daily meeting with the head of the Preventers. There sat the Winner heir dressed in a black business suit. Dorothy wrinkled her nose in distaste for the slick backed hair style that Quatre had chosen to wear today. It made him look too cold and calculating for her taste. His face showed her exactly that when he stood to shake her hand as Lady Une introduced them. She noticed the cool look in his eyes but they betrayed him much like she knew hers did from time to time.

He sat back down and Dorothy did much the same sitting in the plush lounge chairs in Une?s office.

?Can I offer you both coffees?? Une asked the two.

Quarter politely declined but Dorothy took the offer. Une smiled and then moved towards the coffee pot on the credenza off to the side. She then returned with a cup of coffee for Dorothy and began to speak to the pair.

?Normally I would be meeting with Agent Saber to go over our daily reports and recommendations for agents on guard details and in the field. It was quiet a surprise Agent Sandrock suggest that he attend one of these meetings,? Une said with the relaxed demeanor that the agents had come to expect out of the former OZ operative.

?I?ve actually come to request a detail during a pilgrimage to my ancestral home of Arabia and I would like to request the talent?s of Agent Saber on my business slash pilgrimage to the land of my ancestors here on earth,? Quatre interrupted in his still cool demeanor.

Both of the ladies faces dropped at the suggestion of Quatre. Lady Une then returned to happy relaxed state and then smiled. The expression on Dorothy?s face was much different and was now turning a bright shade of crimson as the anger and hate began to build in her body against the Winner heir.

?Are you sure you want to use Agent Saber. I don?t normally send heads of departments out on field missions,? Une said giving an unusual glance towards Dorothy.

?Why can?t the Mangarc Corp take care of your security on a trip such as this?? Dorothy blurted out trying to hide the malice she felt boil within her.

?I need you informant skills and an ex-Rommefellar organization member would be the best in a task such as this,? Quatre said coldly, shocking both the head of the Preventer organization and her head of information.

?I will only require her skills for a month of two. I have many operations in the Cradle of Civilization here on Earth that need my attention as to the neglect that they have received during the war,? he said staring Dorothy down with the cold look that was abnormal for Quatre?s normally warm aqua coloured eyes.

Une looked from Quatre and then to Dorothy. She could see the anger boil between these two foes from long ago, but what she had heard from Relena about the auction a few days ago, they seemed to click in a weird, creepy yet entirely complete way for each other. Relena had giggled that the tension between those two was more then just revenge from their teenage years.

?I don?t want any part in his demands. He is just spoiled,? Dorothy sniped in anger and then stood from her chair.

?If any one is spoiled, it would be you Miss Catalonia,? Quatre replied angrily towards her.

Une sat back in her chair wishing she had a tub of pop corn. The tension that Relena only sensed on the night of the auction was only the tip of the ice burg. In some sick way she was also getting pleasure from watching these two bicker about a supposed mission she had yet to commission. Sighing she folded her hands and rested her elbows on the desk. She rested her chin on the plateau she had created and then coughed to grab the attention of the bickering adversaries. She was going to help them get along. Both needed to learn some people skills past business and party etiquette.

Both turned from shooting icy glares at each other to face the interested Head of the Preventers. She smiled salaciously and then placed her hands flat on the desk.

?Agent Saber you are going to take this mission. Agent Sandrock you have Agent Saber at your disposal. I suggest you use the resources she has to offer wisely other wise she can turn on you and stab you in the back,? she said in the calm yet calculating voice she used to order her people about.

Quatre smiled his cold, business like smile, and all Dorothy could do was gape at her superior. She narrowed her eyes and Une swear she could see golden fire that she had never seen in the young woman?s eyes. It scared her to no ends that Dorothy could feel such anger towards people. It quickly disappeared and Dorothy forced herself to a calm indifferent look that scared Une even more. Une chose not to show that fear smiling to her two agents.

?I?ll have the dossier in you hands by tonight. My plane leaves New Port in two days. I suggest you get your affairs in order by then,? Quatre said standing from the chair.

?I don?t plan to be with you more then two weeks Mr. Winner,? Dorothy stood as well facing her opponent.

?Trust me you will need to. I also suggest that you find a more appropriate wardrobe for the desert. Wool and fur will do you no good where I?m taking you,? he said and then bowed to Lady Une.

?Have a good day, Colonel,? he said and then left the room.

Une smiled to herself but unbeknownst to her Dorothy had caught it and was now scowling at her superior. Une then broke out in laughs as Dorothy?s face just turned sourer.

?What do you find so funny,? Dorothy finally managed to wretch from her angered lips.

?Nothing,? Lady Une replied and then watched as Dorothy bowed herself and left the room.

She smiled again and then began to arrange the papers at her desk. Those two were either going to kill each other or help each other weather they liked it or not. Une also began to think of what a hand she might have played in setting up the two. ?Always the romantic,? she thought and beamed.

~*~

?So you want me to do what again,? Dorothy said exasperated over the tiny cell she preciously balanced on her shoulder.

She had made a trip to the downtown core of New Port, after work, and was in luck to find the only Arabic fashion designer in the whole of what used to be Europe. She glanced out the window to see the rain coming down even harder. The rain did not make the day go any smoother. He did not make it go any smoother. In her lap laid the dossier he had laid on her desk before she left for the day. The mission objectives were laid out clearly and she was fine with that. Her frustration was more to do with the contents of her persona that concerned her.

?I need you to act as if we are lovers or to my people you are my wife. This means we must sleep together. Physically,? Quatre replied coolly on his end of the phone.

?See that?s where I draw the line Master Winner,? she said using the name she knew he hated the most, and then closed the phone not even giving him a goodbye.

?The nerve of him to think that I will play the whore with him. I wish I could run him in with my rapier right now,? she murmured under her breath as the serving lady came in with a few outfits that would be suitable for the journey.

Dorothy only glanced at them before motioning that she would take them all, lest she be left in black, white and her Preventer Uniform for the remainder of the trip. She let her thoughts drift to how she would torture the young Winner Heir on their trip. He had made an intention of a fight when he was in Lady Une?s office, but asking her to sleep with him for the sake of a mission was a full out right declaration of war. ?Well? she thought ?If it is war you want, war you will get Mr. Winner!?

Sitting there in the studio of the fashion designer, she concocted a plan that would not only put Quatre off his rocker but make herself seem as if she was not a person to cross with when it came to these matters of the heart.

~*~

He stood at the window again. Another dream of sex and Dorothy had woken him from his sleep and he had forced himself to stand under an agonizingly cold shower in hopes of riding him self of the raging hard on she had caused him this time. She was ever present in his dreams. Now it was going to be tougher to fight those lurking feelings that he wished not to feel.

It was not like he wanted Dorothy in the first place, but according to Heero; Dorothy?s talents would be benefited on his trip to his ancestral homelands. Her ties with the Rommefellar Foundation would help in his negations in the oil fields and oasis? that still clung to many of the ideals and trappings that Rommefellar offered them back during the war. In having Dorothy by his side, not only may he invest, but he might be able to bring many of those still against the united government to their side.

If it was only a business agreement, then why did it bug him so that Dorothy would not come to his bed easily? He recalled their argument over the phone just a day ago. She was upset that they were to be lovers and that he requested that they make it seem real. He felt his stomach drop at the thought. Spending nights with Dorothy in hot silky sheets, trying to rid her from her thoughts, when she would be under him squirming and demanding that he fuck her.

?Wait? he thought, ?that was in my dream.?

Sex with Dorothy would only be stiff, cold and a chore. It would be nothing of his dreams. She would not make it anything of his dreams and he was prepared to fight this upcoming war he had declared on Dorothy. She was not going to make things easy for him.

~*~

?Where the hell is she,? Quatre murmured under his breath as he stood at the base of the private jet that was going to take him and his entourage to Saudi Arabia.

He was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans with a white dress shirt that he had un-tucked in waiting for Dorothy. His blonde hair was now tousled by the wind and a pair of aviator sun glasses sat perched on his nose. He placed his hands on his hips and sighed again. Looking at his watch he began to wonder where Dorothy was because she was taking her goddamn time.

Just as he was going to motion the pilot and staff for take off, a gold limo pulled up to the red carpet that led to the jet. As it drove to a stop, Quatre removed the sunglasses from his face to watch as the chauffer rounded out from his side to the door that faced the red carpet.

From the limo stepped at tan coloured flat that was followed by a sand coloured skirt. Her blonde hear appeared next showing that her hair was pulled into a low pony tail with a side part and her bangs swept to the side. She was wearing a brown shall around her neck and was dressed in a tan thigh length coat with a white linen button up shirt underneath. It was modest and surprised all around the airport.

?Hello,? Quatre murmured out of his mouth taking Dorothy?s hand and giving it a kiss.

?Hello Quatre,? she replied coolly watching him like a hawk as he pulled his lips away from her hand.

He could tell that she was watching him. He could feel her icy gaze burn him with the malice and anger she felt. He quickly pulled away and then motioned for her to enter the plane. She followed the movement of his hand and began her ascension up the stairs. Her hand burned from the kiss that Quatre had placed there but she did not want to make a scene seeing as that everyone was to only know that she was his intended or lover. She shivered as she felt him place his hand on the small of her back and led her to the seats that they would be sitting in for the remainder of the trip. She thought what war was going to be like with Quatre and she could not wait to find out.


~*~

?Alhan Akhi,? came the cry of a woman as Dorothy and Quatre descended the stairs of the plane and into the blistering heat of the desert.

Quatre was out first and ran to the arms of the blonde woman who Dorothy only thought must have been one of Quatre?s many sisters. She had golden blonde hair that was highlighted with sliver to give it an almost shimmering look. She had a huge smile and bright brown eyes that seem to glow in the hot sun of the day. She watched as the older woman ruffled his blonde hair and hugged him again.

Dorothy quietly walked up to Quatre adjusting the hijab on her head she quietly tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to see her there with the traditional head piece of his ancestors atop her head. Though she did not wear it so it covering her forehead, she still looked slightly different and somewhat gentle. She smiled and then gave a curtsy to the lady.

The blonde just stared at Dorothy. The Blonde woman who was holding Quatre close to her, blinked a few times and then jolted when Quatre jabbed her in the ribs. Dorothy just continued to smile and watch as the playful fight/scene between brother and sister occurred. Conveniently forgotten, Dorothy let her mind wander to plans of getting back at Quatre. Tonight she had something very subtle planed for the Winner heir. By the end of the week, she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand and wishing that she had killed him with her saber.

?And whom might you be again?? the blonde looked at the chuckling Dorothy.

Coughing to hide her giggles, Dorothy preformed a curtsey again and then stared the woman down.

<I am Dorothy Helena, daughter of General Maurizio F. Catalonia, son of General Marcus Giovanni Catalonia > she said in well practiced Arabic.

The blonde stood and stared at Dorothy with fascination. Dorothy felt herself almost break due to the staring and tension that the blonde woman was creating by just looking at her. Quatre narrowed his eyes as he continued to watch his sister look over Dorothy. He was afraid that she might discover the gun he knew she carried on her ankle (Seeing her strap it on before landing). As the blonde raised her hand up, Dorothy winced slightly and held her breath almost anticipating a slap across her face or maybe even more.

?Welcome Daughter of Catalonia, I am Gella Zubaida Winner Fazir daughter of Eyad Kadeem Winner, son of Baqer Jericho Winner, son of Alawi Winner and so on and so on,? she said not slapping, not even threatening.

Dorothy let the breath she was holding go and then smiled. She took the hand that was offered in salutations and shook it with confidence. Quatre also feeling the tension lift from Dorothy moved behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

?Honored older sister, I would like to introduce you to my wife,? he said trying to act as if he was in love with her.

Dorothy noted the strain and acting in his voice and wondered if his sister noticed it as well. Reading her facial features was hard. Gella was a master at masking her feeling, much like her own friend Relena and her husband, the elusive Heero Yuy. She watched as the polite smile turned to an enormous open mouthed grin that shocked both Quatre and Dorothy.

?Praise the prophet Muhammad and mighty Allah above, my little brother is finally married after all this time,? she said and then trilled her tongue in a trill call that Dorothy only thought was local to the area.

Quatre only blushed and then motioned for his older sister to stop. Dorothy felt his hand grow tighter on her shoulder. She knew that this was all an act. She had studied the customs. She would be his wife on this trip according to Islamic laws around his family, to the business partners and heads of state she was a play thing of the week. A custom she heard was quite common among the men of the area. She sighed and then accepted the hug that Gella had given her. She was trying to act as if she was in love with Quatre, but the hatred and fury she felt for Quatre continued to simmer as she was then pulled away to meet with the rest of Gella?s family.

When they were finally in the limo that would take them to their hotel was Dorothy finally allowed to drop all pretences. Quatre just sat there with a far away look, staring out the window as if Dorothy never existed. Dorothy was becoming more cross with the boy-man she had stabbed five years ago. He was definitely not going to live through tonight if she had anything to do with it. She decide to use one of her plans on him know that he would not really go through with his actually words that he had given her on the phone.

?I?d like to inform you that I sleep in the nude,? she spoke to the air.

Quatre turned his head from the window and the passing scenery to stare at her. His eyes were wide with surprise and she noticed the small tinge of pink in his cheeks. She smiled inwardly as she watched Quatre?s surprised expression. Mentally she checked off one for Dorothy, Quatre zero score board. She then gave the man a cat like grin.

?What I only wanted to tell my ?husband? my sleeping preferences,? she declared emphasizing the husband part of the sentence.

The cold hard look that Dorothy had come to expect came back to Quatre?s eyes as if he was steeling himself to the torture she was going to deliver to him with her body. He smiled and then motioned towards something invisible.

?Only if my ?wife? doesn?t mind that I do as well,? he countered hoping to throw her off her tracks.

Dorothy just laughed and then turned back to her window. She made her laugh seem as if insulting towards him and she could tell that the callused hand on her hand in her lap was sign that she had done her job. She turned back to Quatre and watched as his face grew red in irritation of her comments and such.

?Don?t toy with the Devil,? he said in a low voice.

Dorothy?s eyes lit up in mirth and then grin maliciously at him, ?I already did that once and won.?

Quatre?s warm aquamarine eyes hardened to a steely blue, ?No you lost and you will lose again.?

TBC?

[Neoen]

I really like this. I love the interaction between them, and I'm a sucker for love/hate relationships. The only qualms I got are the italics thing and the fact that Quatre seems a lot more harsh and cold here. I'm guessing he's been through a lot?

Write more soon, because like I said before, I really like this.

[dark-angel]

cool