Fire and Ice 7/?

[AngelOfDeath]

HA HA! You think I would let them have an easy time of it forever? Well. . . it was tempting, but no conflict = boring story to write and read, I imagine. Since there isn?t much left, thought I?d spice it up a bit. See what happens when Heero does something stupid. Te he. Now I?m left with this problem. . . but I?ll leave it to ya?ll at the end of this chapter what I should do.

Disclaimer: Me not = owner.





Chapter 7





"Marry me."

Relena felt her eyelid twitch, then her hand, and then the rest of her body. It was as if someone had attached small electrodes to all of her nerves and she couldn?t stop them. After the shock had passed, she tried to come to grips with things in a different manner.

"That?s not a very funny joke Heero." Oh please say he?s joking, her inner voice chorused.

"Since when have I had a sense of humor?" It was his usual deadpan delivery.

The twitching tried to start up again, but Relena stifled it for the sake of her drink, which was mostly on the floor now anyway. In her dreams of running off with a handsome man, things happened like this all the time. They would meet, fall in love, and he would propose and magically whisk her away to live happily ever after. Of course she stopped daydreaming about that when she was in middle school, and even now the idea inspired a nightmare of logistical problems. Her soul was romantic, and it screamed YES, but everything that made her responsible and practical forced her to harden her expression and forge ahead.

"Why, then? We barely know one another, really." It hurt to say it so coldly, but this was not the time to show weakness, when her heart felt like it could be swayed.

Heero looked vexed, his eyebrows drawn down in concentration as he plotted out his answer mentally. He hadn?t expected this. He was sure it was a yes or no question, and this gray area was alarming. Making something up would be too much trouble, but a warning bell in his mind (a very faint one) tried to alert him that what he was about to say was not going to be received well. Ignoring it was so easy.

"This way is the most logical." Relena?s eyes grew wide and now her own eyebrows drew together. Heero kept going. "You see, if I?m going to take care of you then I need to be able to keep better track of you. The most obvious answers to this are constant visitation, cohabitation, or marriage. Naturally constant visitation is cumbersome as it puts a strain on our resources, such as time and gas, etc. Cohabitation runs the risk of angering your brother, and I don?t feel that would be wise at this juncture. Marriage makes the most sense." Relena rubbed a temple with little circular motions. Despite all the signs that he should stop, he kept going anyway. "As for barely knowing each other. . . people have known one another for less time and have had less basis for a compatible marriage and it has worked. I don?t see why this should be so unbelievable."

"Good lord, Heero, you could have just offered to buy me a pager." Her voice began to rise and she had stopped rubbing her head. "Or maybe you should just get me a damn tracking collar, if it?s so important to you!" Stares were starting to be directed their way, and it seemed like alarms were sounding in his head with flashing red lights and people panicking, and everything. He had never had less control on a situation in his life.

"Relena, maybe we could talk about this out. . "

"Out where? You sure you can keep track of me if I decide to talk to some people on the way? Maybe you should tackle them, or run a background check before I continue seeing any more people socially."

"You can never be too careful. . ." No! Bad Yuy! The words had just slipped out somehow. Relena turned a pretty purple as the dam burst on her temper.

"That?s it! I was a fool to think that I could have a normal, happy relationship. Don?t bother calling me, I have caller ID and I guarantee I won?t pick up. Good-bye Heero." Her attempt to storm away from him was partially ruined by a couple things. The first was the fact that she trod upon her long dress and she strode purposefully out and Heero had to catch her before she fell. The other problem was both Milliardo and Lucretia descending on Heero at once, while the room stared. Lu was trying to stop Milliardo from calling Heero out, and ended up having to punch him herself to keep him from jumping the poor boy, who just stood there in shock.

Sally, that wonderful woman, managed to distract a few people and start up a loud conversation about something inconsequential and soon people drifted away to talk about various things, but primarily what had just occurred. After a few moments Trowa came up to Heero, shaking his head in a sympathetic manner.

"She?s going to be angry for a while, but she?ll get over it." They were comforting words and Heero seemed to snap out of his trance.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Heero screwed up his face with a pained scowl. "Why would she act so unreasonably?"

"Not that I?m an expert on women, but in my experience there is usually a ring involved, as well as more history between the individuals. At least, that?s what I caught from what Catherine was talking to Sally about."

The urge to run through the large floor to ceiling window in a shower of glass only to end his misery many many floors beneath him seemed somewhat appealing at that moment. But, seeing as Heero was neither truly suicidal nor crazy, he opted instead to leave as soon as he was reasonably sure Relena had enough time to exit the building before him.

Back at the house, still in his suit, with a partially full bottle of wine by his side, Heero called up Duo. It had taken a long time for him to get drunk enough to even think about calling Duo, but at the moment he needed to talk to someone as all Duo knew how to do was talk it seemed to make sense at the time. Heero was maybe two sentences into his story when Duo interrupted him.

"Heero, buddy, you sound a little funny, like you have a lisp or something."

"As ushual Duo, you are annnnn idiot. I am drunk. I?d think you would know the shigns." There was silence on the other end for longer than either person was really aware of.

"I?ll be over soon. Don?t go anywhere." As Duo hung up and grabbed his keys off the dresser, Hilde came in with some list or another that undoubtedly had to do with their forthcoming wedding. Never had he blessed Heero?s existence then at that moment.

Hilde watched Duo fly around the room, braid flapping against his back. "What are you doing?"

"Heero?s drunk." With a gasp and in a properly grave tone Duo tried to convey to her the gravity of the situation. "I?ve only seen him drunk once before. Let?s just say, it isn?t a good thing."

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Bottles littered the floor of the room. Something that resembled one of the programs about animals who do funny tricks was playing while Heero stared at it with a blank look in his eyes. There was no sound on. The whole setup was eerie.

"Rob a liquor store Heero? Sheesh." Some of the bottles were full, or mostly full, but many looked as if they had been sampled generously. "I think you should stop. Right. Now." Each word was punctuated with Duo trying to take away the bottle from Heero?s surprisingly firm grasp.

"When did you get here? Am I at your place?" He looked particularly far-gone. This was bad. Duo had to keep him away from the stereo at all costs.

"No Heero, I?m at yours. You called me, remember?" It was like talking to a child. Only this child was much stronger and faster than he was, even while drunk. Heero went from supine to well across the room before Duo could react. "No, Heero, don?t do. . ."

The loud blast of noise from the stereo caught him off guard, and Heero was snapping his fingers and singing along as loudly as possible in his mildly off key baritone before Duo could stop him. "IIII get no kick from champaaaaaagne. . ." Damn him, he knew this would happen and he put the "best of" CD in long before Duo got there. He swore that this was hell, and Heero must be his punishment for not helping Hilde plan the damn menu. As Heero sang into his bottle/microphone, Duo made a lunge for the remote only to find a bottle fly past his ear before he could look up.

"Touch it and die, braid-boy." The loud strains of Sinatra filled their ears unsullied before Heero picked it up again and Duo groaned. Maybe he?d be more reasonable in another hour or so.

It was a half-hour later when Heero went to go to the bathroom, and Duo was finally able to shut of (and unplug) the stereo. There was no way Heero was aware enough to start up that music again, and if he did Duo felt more than ready to take him on. There was only so much a friend could take of bad karaoke. Heero came back, no longer buzzed, and more willing to tell Duo what exactly had brought on this drunk and disorderly display from his normally immaculate best friend. Although, Duo was pretty sure he knew the core reason. As Heero launched into the rambling story, while inspecting a half full bottle of whiskey that Duo confiscated before he got too off track, Duo felt that Heero may just be the stupidest man on the face of the planet when it came to women.

"I can?t believe you?d do something so stupid." Duo shook Heero?s shoulders a little, as if to rub in his words. "You basically told her she was your property!" A discussion long ago with Hilde about a similar subject flew through his mind, though he had not made quite as large a mess as Heero had.

"Get me some water will you?" Heero looked dazed, but no longer willing to lose himself in the illusion of drunkenness.

"Sure." Duo scrounged around for something in the fridge since he was out there. Finding nothing of interest, he appeared at last with the water.

"So what do I do now? She won?t talk to me, and I?d be lucky if she?ll ever talk to me again." The water seemed to hold some sort of ancient wisdom, the way Heero gazed into it. Swallowing the last of his pride, he spat it out. "I need help on this."

Realizing the gravity of having Heero ask him for anything, Duo tried to take his soon to be hungover friend seriously rather than gloat mercilessly, as he wished to. "I can?t solve this for you, bro. But I can at least buy you a chance to make it up to her. In three weeks, one day, and" he checked his watch. "er. . . some hours, Hilde and I will be in a state of wedded bliss and I know for a fact Relena will come. I?ll insist on it. So will Hilde. We?ve already invited her, her friend Catherine and some Barton guy. Hilde talked to her a while ago apparently when she was finalizing things for the 108th time so there is no way Relena would be as rude as not showing up. That gives you some time to come up with a way to get her to forgive you." Duo thought he was doing a decent thing by not screwing up Heero with his often mostly made up advice.

Heero ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back a little, and then sighed. "Three weeks?" There was more silence as Duo nodded. Gears almost audibly whirred and clicked in Heero?s addled brain. Then something seemed to happen and Heero?s expression set. "Duo, do me two favors. They will be easy, I promise you."

"Sure."

"First, trust me and don?t ask questions."

This sounded suspicious. ". . . o. . .k"

"Second, don?t take any more orders for sculptures."

"WHAT?!" Duo leapt up with a yell.

"I?ll finish the orders I?ve started, but other than those three, refuse any new jobs."

"Why the hell should I do that?!" This was Heero?s livelihood and to stop like that was artistic suicide, dooming him to fall into obscurity.

"Didn?t you promise not to ask questions?"

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Relena clipped a stem a little too close to the top and felt the flower almost dissolve at her touch. It seemed as if work were not nearly as enjoyable these days. What was worse was that she could not mister the focus she needed for it either. Some of it was worry and stress. There was certainly enough of that to spare. Her aching stomach proved how much extra stress she had. All of it could be summed up in one hateful and lovely word: Heero.

When she had stormed out that night she had been really angry, and then fairly embarrassed, but mostly angry. It wasn?t that he had been so curt, or so informal, or even so protective. Very little of that bothered her for long. What she had been so mad about was how she thought that his need to protect her had been borne of pity. The thought of being an object of pity again gave her a sick feeling. The one feeling she both craved and loathed was something she had never wanted to see in the man she loved.

For a moment or two pity could sooth a damaged ego, but to base a marriage on it. . . she had felt the horror of it all set in on the car ride back. After going straight home and changing she had gone for a long drive, getting well and truly lost, and a day later showed up at home to about 15 messages on her machine. Even though she hadn?t expected it, she knew that she wanted Heero to be one of those messages. Most of them were Catherine and Lucretia, with one from Hilde and one from Dorothy. Even Milliardo had left a short message. No Heero.

A week of fuming and talking long into the night with Catherine about how stupid men were and how barbaric helped her take out most of the steam of her anger. Unfortunately, loss replaced anger and tears gradually worked in between the screams. The man had been infuriating and imbecilic, but in her heart she knew she didn?t really want to cut all ties with him like that.

It would have been nice if he had chased after her a little. Maybe if he had just tried once more to talk to her she wouldn?t have felt so ill now. Frankly she felt rather responsible for his sudden disappearance. After delivering his last pieces a week ago he had vanished. Not the sort of vanishing that she had done, that took her away for a day to someplace to cool down a little, Heero actually removed himself from the city. His building had been rented out to someone, and with Duo as the owner she could no more easily find Heero through the hapless renters than Duo himself who avowed no knowledge of Heero?s whereabouts. There was no phone to reach him at, no forwarding address, and his car had even been sold as well. Except for a computer and some clothes, he appeared to have never been.

Relena asked about the last work of his that he had given to Trowa to give to Sally as a token of apology for ruining the party, (Milliardo also received an apology note, with Lucretia getting a large and rather expensive painting attached to the note and pointedly meant for her). With a gasp and not a few tears, she saw that he had given Trowa the statue of her that he had made a while back. It hurt to think that he had given it away. He had tossed her aside so easily; but then again his sudden absence spoke to a certain amount of distraught emotion. She didn?t know what to think. Though, if anyone noted the resemblance between Relena and the statue, it was simply not commented upon to her so she was saved talking of that at least.

A few social occasions were a little catty as Relena was forced to answer questions, or dodge them as the case may be, about "that artist" she had been dating. If she heard one more smug and falsely sympathetic matron talk about how fickle the artistic temperament was she was sure her head would explode from the fake smile plastered on her face going sour. The way they forgot his name so quickly made her sad, or maybe they had never bothered to learn it in the first place. Sometimes she wondered why this was her world when its falseness gave her the urge to run and hide in the countryside.

"Where are you Heero?" She wiped her forehead with a dirty hand and a smudge of dirt smeared it. She turned soil with her spade, trying to work in some new fertilizer when Catherine burst in on her.

"I can?t believe you! I knew you would forget. Maybe you just wanted to forget. But I won?t let you, I love weddings too much!" As Catherine babbled a little in excitement, Relena took in her nice pastel yellow dress and matching shoes with the blue trim. Oh shit! Duo and Hilde?s wedding! She had honestly forgotten it was today.

"Oh no, Cathy, I going to be late aren?t I?"

Catherine shook her head and winked. "No you won?t, because I?m the best friend in the entire universe and I made sure to come over an hour early. You have an hour missy, and then I?m going to force our much tortured chauffeur Trowa to leave with or without you." Relena went to hug Catherine, before pulling short as she remembered her dirty state.

"I won?t let you down, cap?n." Relena gave a little salute as she ran towards the house.

An hour and ten minutes later Relena and Trowa were waiting in the car for Cathy to find her purse. When she ran out of the house, holding it aloft like a trophy, Relena couldn?t help but catch some of her enthusiasm.

"Why haven?t you ever gotten married Cathy?" The car seemed to swerve a moment, but that could have been her imagination for Trowa was an excellent driver.

"Not sure. I suppose I haven?t found the right guy. You can bet when I do, I won?t hesitate a second. Somehow I?ll just know." Cathy sighed. "But somehow I know that it is silly to think like that. Fate and all that nonsense."

"Yeah. . . fate. Silly." Relena stared out the window, a peculiar half frown reflecting back partially at her. "Why haven?t you gotten married Trowa?" Now she was SURE the car had swerved into the other lane.

"No reason." He had paused too long. Both women were suspicious now.

"Oh dearest little brother, that is a blatant lie. And you being a lawyer, I thought you had the whole lying business down." Trowa gave her a somewhat stern look at her joke.

"Tell us Trowa. We swear it won?t leave this car. Right Cathy?" Cathy nodded. "Cross our hearts."

"If you don?t then I?ll start talking about the time you were thirteen and you. . . "

"Fine!" he drowned out Cathy?s intriguing threat. ". . . she found someone else. That?s why."

The women became dour at this revelation. Cathy was the first to shake it off.

"Then go get her! No man could possibly be better than my brother." Her pride was palpable. In fact, as a rule you could throw rocks of both it and her confidence.

"I?m not the one that can make her happy. You say fate is silly, but these two make me wonder. Now I don?t want to talk about it any more." Trowa?s gaze caught Relena in the mirror for just a second and she saw something there, but decided it was a trick of the light as he turned his attention back to the road. She had to find Heero. He had to be at the wedding. However, even if he were there, would it be wise to jump back into a relationship with him? She could just be setting herself up for a fall. Then again, the thought of Heero with another woman made her surprisingly jealous. Somehow, she would figure this out.

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Heero paced back and forth, attempting to wear a hole in the carpet, or so someone would think the way he was stomping around and adjusting his tie in a nervous repetitive motion. Duo sat in a chair, not to far away, watching Heero pace with a bored look. His leg was thrown over one arm of the chair despite being in formal wear, and his hands fiddled with the tip of his braid.

"Stop it Heero, I?m supposed to be the nervous one. It?s MY wedding day after all." Heero glared to the side and continued to pace. "Listen I?ll just go get Relena and bring her in here and then this whole business can be. . . ooof" Duo was pushed back into the chair roughly after taking two steps towards the door.

"Don?t." Heero started pacing again. Duo wondered why he put up with this.

"Then I?m just going to sing to myself. It?s ok if I do that right?" When no response was forthcoming, Duo began. "It?s a quarter to threee?.."

"STOP! Fine, I?ll go talk to her." Heero felt it was a dirty trick. He wasn?t ready for this. When he keeled over from a heart attack then Duo would feel bad about this. As he stepped out of the small room and into the main chapel of the church, he saw a few people milling about or finding seats. A quick survey of these people assured him that Relena was not among them yet. It was a while before the ceremony, and most everyone would be outside still. Shielding his eyes against the nearly blinding sunshine he blinked and began scanning the crowd as efficiently as possible. It was just too crowded. . .

"Heero?" He almost jumped a foot in the air, but instead opted for swallowing the wrong way. The coughing blinded him to the female who had just startled him. As he looked up he carefully made sure his calm expression did not fall in disappointment, as he perceived a vaguely familiar blond woman. "Do you remember me Heero?" He nodded.

"Mrs. Winner." He inclined his head respectfully.

Her smile was a little tired as a small blond child who had a hold on one of her hands went limp in an attempt to be lifted up. Dorothy looked down fondly as the clothes that had been so neat rumpled and stained on the grass.

". . . and it?s a new suit too. . ."

"What?" Heero didn?t follow the train of thought at all, even if his mind had not been filled with Relena he would have had trouble.

"Never mind. It?s good to see you again. I hear things third hand every so often through Duo and then Quatre, but it?s good to be able to see things for yourself. I hear that you have stopped doing your work for we society people. Suddenly develop a disgust of us?"

"Develop? No." Dorothy?s laugh pealed out. She enjoyed a little spiteful humor now and again. The little boy stood up and his behind his mother.

"Then it is because of a certain blond florist." Heero stiffened and looked ready to bolt. "I have to pry, it?s in my nature. I believe you?ll find her with Catherine Bloom and Trowa Barton, at that white tent over there." He looked impatient to run off. "And since I just did you a favor, you need to do me one."

He looked warily at her but nodded slightly.

"When you start doing work again, be sure to let me know. I?m always willing to pay ridiculous prices for artistic status symbols." Heero actually smiled a little at that. He got the feeling this woman was pretty canny, actually, and he didn?t feel impatient with her company. A tug around his knees alerted him to the blond boy that had released his mother?s hand in favor of Heero?s trousers. Heero glared at him, hoping to subdue the happy child into letting him go. The boy laughed.

"I?ll let you know." Dorothy picked up her little boy and made her way towards where some punch bowls had been set up under a tent. In another direction lay the tent Dorothy had pointed out and, regardless of who or what was in his way; he made a straight path to the location. People felt themselves be rudely pushed aside as a tall, brown haired man pushed forward with a single-mindedness that was almost admirable if it were not also so inconsiderate. When he did see her distinctive locks, he felt suddenly shy and much less purposeful. He had turned to go back when he found Trowa directly in his path. Trowa shook his head, a dark look spreading across his face, and his lips tightened.

"Talk to her."

It was all the encouragement he needed, and his will strengthened. To back down now would be spineless, and worse, he would regret it. Best to seize the moment. As he walked up behind Relena, and stood with a brooding and expectant pause for the person talking to her to stop, eventually their nearly frightened stare caused her to look past her shoulder. With a shock she whirled to face him, her intimidated conversation partner forgotten.

"Relena."

"Heero."

They stared at one another for a moment or two. Then something in Relena went ?poing?.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" Weeks of concern and frustration and sadness poured into her yell and Heero?s eyes went wide as saucers as they became the focus of attention for everyone in hearing range. Relena became conscious of her outburst and ushered them past the tents and behind the church where many people who were doing all the real work were panicking about various things and seemed completely oblivious of the extra two standing off to the side.

"Now, as I was saying, where did you go? Do you know how much I worried?" Her concern made him feel so much better. Expecting the worst, he had thought he would have no chance whatsoever. Now it would be easier to do this. . right? Since she wasn?t actually that mad, he felt maybe his plan had not been the best course. In many ways he couldn?t stop it now, however.

"Sorry?"

"You better be." Relena felt the anger set in and her stomach began to hurt a bit again. Maybe she should go see a doctor about that. She gave his side a little push. "But that didn?t answer my question."

"Oh. Yeah." He didn?t seem to be about to continue, and Relena crossed her arms and began to tap her foot a bit. "I quit."

"You quit what?" She looked puzzled more than consternated now.

"Everything. I decided that it was time to let go of it all." His shrug spoke volumes about his detachment. Relena went into shock. Art was Heero?s life. How could he just, well, QUIT?

". . . I think you?re making a big mistake." She looked almost ready to cry. This was not going well, he had to stop before she got any further with her assumptions.

"I?m not quitting sculpting, Relena. I can tell that?s what you think. All I?ve quit was using a particular medium." Now he?d have to be ridiculously in touch with his emotions and actually talk about it. If only there was another way. "I?m doing it for you. I decided that I?m going to do something I can be proud of, so that maybe you?ll be proud of me too. I?m going to move, start out in a new city, and try to make a name for myself."

"Start over?"

"This time as a real artist. Hopefully, some of the connections I?ve made here will translate over at first so that I can get a show someplace. Then we?ll see where it takes me." He put one hand at her cheek; a surprisingly tender gesture. "Even your brother will have to acknowledge me. . . us. By that time, I might even have the guts to propose again." They both looked down at the ground and laughed nervously. Partially it was his words, but partially it was because they were standing on the church?s flowers. The talkative moment was over, and Heero felt relieved. He had said his piece, now he just had to wait for her reaction.

"So you?re moving away?" She looked thoughtful. Her hands rubbed her arms as if she were cold as she turned away from him.

He cursed his resolve, his flawless plan that now looked full of holes. It was bold as a career move, but he knew that this was what he needed to do. Besides, he had already sold Duo his TV and stereo. His mouth quirked. Maybe he could even get a sense of humor while he was away. He might need it in the ensuing separation from Relena.

Obeying a sudden impulse that he usually stifled, he pulled her in and kissed her hard. "You are all I want. Never doubt that. I will return. It?s my promise to you." He kissed her again, this time easing up at the end and pressing something into her palm. "For the future. . ." his breath tickled the hair in her ear and she shivered. As she looked down at the small package he walked away. Ripping the tissue paper away she contemplated his gift. It was obviously an engagement ring, but it was threaded on a long gold necklace. Her fond smile was arrested in its development suddenly.

"You aren?t getting away from me that easily! We still have more to discuss Mr. I-Have-To-Be-Dramatic!" Running in heels on gravel is a lot harder than it should be, she thought.


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A/N Ok, here?s the trouble. I can end this in one more chapter. It?s possible to just stop there, (and I think I need a break from this as there are other projects I?d like to start) but I don?t know if I should end it completely or leave it open enough to continue it later. Some advice would be appreciated. The continuation wouldn?t be for some time. Does an ending seem wise, or a continuation? Maybe I could get someone to write it with me. I don?t know. Many possibilities. Don?t know if any of them are worth pursuing.


love to you all for your advice!

[blackrose]

Here's my thoughts on continuations....

They may sound like a really good idea at the time. I don't think they are - from the writer's standpoint, anyway. Because, yes, you do get other ideas, other fun and exciting ideas that lure your writing brain over to them, then you're stuck with an open ended fic and a promist to continue it. *tries to look innocent*

And it's not even that you're going to DISLIKE your continuation idea. You'll like it. It's just.. not your NEW idea that you've been putting on hold and putting on hold waiting patiently (or not so patiently) until you finish this one. Then in the middle of your NEW idea, you'll get another idea. And that one will have to be put on hold, taking the EXCITEMENT somewhat out of the first new idea. Then the new new idea will sit and torment you, wanting attention, and that continuation you promised? Oh it just likes to bite you every so often going "You promised you'd write me, remember?" So it can make you feel guilty.

Do yourself a favor and complete it and be done.

And if you're really a pal, you'll remind me of this when I finish Missing so I won't fall victim to this again. *kicks DG2 in the ribs*

Other than that... GEH! The proposal! Soooo baddddd!
*smacks Yuy*

Love,
Rose <--who's waiting for ch 8.

[miyuchan]

This is a wonderful story. I'd hate to see it end...but like all good things, I must agree with Rose. By all means work on your other projects. Perhaps, if you still have the urge after you've completed some other projects, then by all means write more.

Anxiously awaiting the final (?) part.

[maverickhunter]

*slams his head on the keyboard* Heero, Heero, Heero....

As for continuations...

I know how you feel. I have half a dozen or so ideas myself that I have written down in disjointed notes, sticky-notes, napkins, even a bubble gum wrapper (don't ask, even I don't know). I keep thinking I can combine most of them, but if I sit and think a little longer I know it wouldn't work. I would try to finish what you've started. At least that way you know you completed something. Don't know if this helps, but that's how I see things.

[AngelOfDeath]

Then it appears to be unanimous. I will finish this (which was getting pretty lackluster in my opinion) and write another rediculously long one shot (because I love those).

Mmm. World War I culture, you shall be mastered!

Better get cracking on the last chapter then.

Thank you all for helping me be more confident in my decision! ::

[zipdos]

.....something in Relena went "poing" I luuuuuv it!!!! "falls down from chair laughing" anyway....I'll go with the group and say finish this story!!!!
Can't wait for the next one!!!!

[Beck]

ACK! I can't believe that he would treat her that way as a possession and not someone you want to be with out of love.

"IIII get no kick from champaaaaaagne. . ." Damn him, he knew this would happen and he put the "best of" CD in long before Duo got there.

That is way freaky, I'm actually listening to that cd as we speak. But I love a drunk Heero heheheheheh he doesn't know how to handle himself but poor Duo, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes trying to help him out.

Trowa just can't seem to get away from certain questions aimed at him but I really like the way you wrote the siblings. Cathy is just as bubbly and great as I like to see her as but I surely would not want to cross her.

Even though Heero hastly asked Rel to marry him, at least she accepted his gift. I was shocked at his change of career choice but I can agree that you just can't get very far living off of ice sculptures and still not being credited for your work.