Fallen Angels Chapter 1

[Egg Drop Soup]

‘ Thinking ’
“ Speaking ”
// Song lyrics //
Flash backs or dream sequences
(Interruptions)
*** = Different scene

Description: a QWxRP fic
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story line. I am aware that there are stories that have the same plot-Relena is left alone by Heero and falls in love with another Gundam pilot, yakety, yakety, yak! I liked the concept of the idea of Quatre and Relena so I thought I’d try it out. I hope it turns out ok.


Fallen Angels
By: Egg Drop Soup


Chapter 1….


“WHY ME?” Relena screamed as she buried her face in her hands. Her question was drowned out by a honking sound from a passing car’s horn. Of course they were beeping at her, she took nearly half an hour to try and push the broken down car onto the side of the road. The smoke still was pouring out of the now lifted hood.

Relena, finding that she couldn’t do anything else about her situation for a while, got back in the driver’s seat and once again put her face in her hands. Nothing at all had been going right, ever since she got off the shuttle and decided to rent a car for the few days she would be on L4. How was she to know that it’d break down on her?

She glanced at the watch on her wrist and let out a moan as she slammed her hands on the wheel in an act of frustration, causing a long beep sound to go off. She was already an hour late for her meeting today, and by the looks of things so far, it wasn’t going to get any better.

She slowly took out a small operator’s manual from the glove compartment and idly flipped through it, looking for any advice on what to do if the car broke down. The book had many answers for any question, except the one she had. But other than advice, it gave her a number for a couple of local mechanics on the colony. “Eureka!” Finding the number, she smiled with pride, thinking that everything was going to be just fine. That is, until she looked at her cell phone, which read, ‘Out of service’.

She threw the phone back into her purse. “Of course it’s out of service! You’re in outer space, not earth!” Relena was now more frustrated than ever and she slowly raised her hands to the sky, “Did I suddenly get on your bad side?”

Her moments of reflection were cut off as her attention turned to the images shown in her right hand mirror; two figures were slowly walking up to the car. They both wore identical bandannas that carried a symbol, like that of a cross and a star. Their hair was disheveled and their clothes were unkempt. And from judging their overall appearance, they didn’t seem to be the type of people one would want to get to know.

Relena felt the nervous tightening in her stomach as she slowly moved her hand toward the lock button on the car, so as not to draw attention to herself, and pushed it down until she heard the confirming clicking sounds at least twice. ‘Always trust your gut,’ she thought to herself as they still came closer and stopped about two feet away from the window.

“Ya need help wit your car?” One with long hair and a scar on his right cheek asked.

Relena shifted into politician mode as she looked at them with her best poker face. “No, I just called a mechanic, and they said they’d be here in at least 10 minutes.” She forced a smile that strained her lower lip when it tried to not comply. She then pointed toward her cell phone for greater affect.

The two men only laughed and came closer, so that they were right next to the window. “Come on, we’re good with cars.” The other one looked her over and smiled at seeing something he obviously must have liked. “Really good with cars.”

***


‘What’s taking this traffic so long?’ Quatre thought to himself as he stifled a yawn.

“Master Quatre, it seems the traffic is moving again.” Rashid said from the driver’s seat of the limo as he made a momentary glance toward the image of the blonde youth in the rear view mirror. “I’m sure I can get you to the meeting, but I don’t think I can get you there on time due to this heavy traffic. My apologies.”

Quatre laughed halfheartedly as he slumped down farther in his seat. “Its not your fault. I’m happy I have an excuse to miss part of it. If I didn’t have that half an hour to at least drink my coffee, I’d be a lost cause.”

“Master Quatre, I think that was the cause of the traffic build up.” Rashid said while looking to the right as they slowly moved on.

‘Hmm…someone’s car must have broken down.’ Quatre thought absentmindedly as he turned his head toward the car with smoke billowing out of the vehicle’s hood.

He could only see the back of the head of the, supposed, driver in the front seat. The driver was waving its hands in an odd fashion and pointed to a cell phone.

He frowned at the scene. ‘It looks like the driver must be a girl,’ his eyes focused slightly on the pearl bracelet that clung to her wrist. ‘Her car broke down and she probably had trouble getting it on the side of the road, so traffic started to back up.’ Quatre then turned his attention to the ones the driver must have been talking too. He looked at the two guys closer, noticing the gang symbols on their bandannas. ‘I don’t like where that situations is going.’

One of the boys said something, and the other nodded, as he took out, what seemed to look like some kind of a wire, from his pocket. ‘They’re going to try to pick the lock on the car!’

The guy that had the wire did exactly what Quatre had predicted and started the task of trying to unlock the car. It was then that he saw the driver’s face, as she slammed her hands on the lock button, trying to hold it down, while glaring at the two guys with her determined aquamarine orbs.

“What the-Relena?” Quatre yelled out in surprise as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.

“Master Quatre? What are you doing?”

“Rashid, go around the corner and come back to get me when I call you on my cell, ok?”

“But Master Quatre, I-

“NOW!” Quatre yelled as he slammed the door shut and took off through the two lanes of backed up traffic.

***

Relena was pushing as hard as she could against the rebelling button. She wouldn’t let them in the car. She wouldn’t let them get her. She felt herself panic as she struggled against the picker’s strength. She knew she couldn’t keep it up for much longer. ‘Where’s Heero, when I need him?’ She chocked back a sob. ‘Heero…you promised you’d protect me…’

The button came up and the other guy grabbed the door handle and began to pull it open. Relena grabbed her own handle and pulled with all her might, her weight against that of two grown men. ‘Heero…’ The handle slipped out of her hand with a painful jerk. She backed away, as far as she could into the passenger seat as they tried to reach in to grab her.

She closed her eyes, and she could clearly hear the heavy pounding in her heart. Surprisingly a hand intent on grabbing her and dragging her out didn’t come. Instead she felt a warm and gentle hand on her cheek. She shivered blindly away from it, still in fear of it being harmful, but the hand only came back and stroked her cheek gently.
Relena opened her eyes and met a pair of soothing ones looking back at her. “Quatre…” Relena sniffed as she gave him a watery smile, before all but launching herself into his arms. “I was so scarred!” Her sobs were muffled as she buried her face in his chest.

Quatre had quite been caught quite off guard with Relena’s sudden actions. He smiled slightly as he allowed his own arms to lock her in a protective embrace, never more than one between friends but all the same letting her release all her sadness and fears. It wasn’t long before her sobs and sniffles subsided, and they just stood there, for a while, in silence.

“He didn’t come…” Relena’s voice was shaky even though she had said it in a serious tone.

“What? Who? Who didn’t come?” Quatre asked as he loosened his hold on her so as too look in her face. What he saw now were sad painful eyes.

“Heero…didn’t protect me…” Relena’s body shuttered as tears began to fall again. “I’ve been looking for him ever since I last saw him, 4 ? years ago. He told me he would always protect me…and he didn’t…”

Quatre held her tighter than he had before, trying to silently tell her it was all going to be ok. “He’s probably not on this colony. He might not have known what would have happened.”

“No…” Relena said more in a way like pleading, it couldn’t be real, he was supposed to protect her, and to forever be by her side. So why did he suddenly fail to help her now?

She began to soon feel lightheaded as the stress of all these events started to take affect of her body. She shivered violently and wobbled in Quatre’s arms, as the last thing she saw was the concerned look of his eyes as she blacked out.


***


She awoke to the strong smell of cinnamon. The scent clung all around her, and she breathed it in deeply. Her eyes darted this way and that, memorizing her surroundings. All the while her lashes threatened to hide her orbs from the room again, in an attempt to return to the slumber that the warm bed she was laying on often accompanied.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Quatre’s voice came from her left. He was sitting in a chair not to far from the bed she laid in. “You were out for a couple hours. You feeling better?” Quatre moved closer to her as he rested a hand on her forehead. “Seems you’re still feverish, nothing a little more rest can’t fix. I called your brother a while ago. He told me to keep you here for a while till he could come get you, which should be the day after tomorrow.”

Relena blushed at all the attention she was getting. “You didn’t have to tell him…and help me out this much…” Relena said sheepishly as she looked up at him. He smiled warmly as he ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair. “I care for you, Relena. Why wouldn’t I do all that I could to help out a friend?”

Relena smiled warmly at him. “Thank you, Quatre.” She sat up a little and moved her face closer to his. “Thank you for protecting me…” Her breath’s warm air fanned at his neck and his stomach stirred with an unfamiliar feeling.

His eyes bore into the lips that were so close to his own. They were perfect, full, pink lips and the way her words rolled off her tongue onto them was a work of perfection itself.

Relena pressed her lips lightly against his cheek. He stiffened at first in shock and crimson soon claimed those same cheeks that were still warm from the touch of her lips.

Relena smiled and looked into his blue eyes. “You are a great friend to me, Quatre.”

“I-It was nothing.” He breathed out in a gasp. “Um-I mean- I think you should get some rest while you can, it’s going to be a big day tomorrow.” He bashfully removed himself from his chair and he now stood gazing at the girl before him.

Her face carried a look of alarm and realization then confusion and she slowly muttered in an uneasy bunch of words. “Um…Quatre…I don’t have any night clothes packed with me…I had only packed for the day travels because after today’s meeting I would of token a shuttle at night and gotten back home around 3 to 4 in the morning.” She frowned slightly at the two bags near the door. “All that’s in there is a bunch of work clothes. I only have a few casual clothes in them too.”

Quatre smirked at the sour look on her face and a sudden idea came to mind as he rushed out of the room with no explanation to the girl, still sitting in bed, looking at him weirdly.

He was fast at coming back, this time with a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts. She looked at the offered hand that held the clothes out to her and back up to his face. Relena shrugged, chuckling a little bit as she took them in her hands, quickly drew back the covers, and ran to the adjacent bathroom that was connected to her bedroom.

She was fast in changing and came out, a little embarrassed. The t-shirt was WAY to big for her and it ran a little past her hips. The shorts were baggy, since Quatre was now taller than he used to be, and clung to her legs loosely. She had tied her hair back in a ponytail that ran down past her shoulders and her feet were free from the socks that she was wearing earlier.

Quatre was finding it hard not to fondle her, the clothes gave her a cute air, and she just looked so tiny in them. He chuckled a bit and received a glare from Relena’s narrowed aquamarine eyes.

Quatre grew serious after her continued warning glares and winked at her as he whispered a soft “Goodnight.” And closed the door slowly behind him.

***

The early morning sunlight slowly crept through the white fabric of the curtains and shined brightly upon the contours of her face. The light appeared to be some kind of an aurora around her. She moaned in annoyance as she hid her face from the light with a pillow, refusing to get up, each time the calling rays flickered in-between the cracks of covers and pillows that didn’t quite hide her face so well.

Relena was so wrapped up in her attempts of trying to get comfortable, that she didn’t hear Quatre knock on the door or even enter the room, between the shifting sounds of covers and pillows.

Quatre couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her change her position for the 6th time. Relena, now frustrated, sat up and pulled the covers and piles of pillows from over her head. She looked up to see Quatre standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of kakis and a short loose white button up shirt. Sunglasses grazed atop his head.

She had put her hair up in a ponytail the night before, and it was a tangle of knots amidst the frizz from musing her hair with the pillow. The borrowed pajamas were way to big for her and in them she appeared to be smaller than she was. Quatre found her waking appearance the cutest in the world.

“Good morning.” Quatre greeted as he watched her nervously try to straighten her bed head, and wrinkled borrowed pajamas, which consisted of one of his old shirts and shorts.

“Morning,” she smiled as she got out of the bed. She slowly walked over toward him and began to walk around him, looking him up and down as she went. “I must say Quatre, I’ve never seen you dressed in relaxed clothing before.”

“Well, all of us have our surprises.” Quatre chuckled at the statement. “Relena, since you’re stuck on our colony, I thought, that maybe I could take you to some museums and look at some art galleries.”

Relena’s tired eyes quickly changed to lively ones as she nodded excitedly. “ Yes, of course. I’ve always wanted to look around at sites like those here, but I’ve never had the time between any of my meetings.”

“Well, now that we have the time, allow me to have the pleasure of showing you around the colony,” Quatre offered her his arm. “But before that, we should eat breakfast first.”

“I would be most honored.” Relena giggled and took his offered arm. “Plus I’m starving!”

***

“I guess the help are gone for the day.” Quatre said as they entered the quiet kitchen. “Well, that just means I can show off my good cooking skills.” He stated happily as he began to move around the huge kitchen, looking in cabinets and opening various drawers in search of various items.

“What would you like?” He asked as he walked toward the fridge rater while he began to pull out ingredients that would aid him in his quest to make a good breakfast.

Relena giggled as she sat down on a stool next to the counter he was preparing the food on. “I would love to have some pancakes.” She smiled as she leaned closer on the table, resting her crossed arms on its smooth surface.

Quatre glanced at her, a sly look in his face. “Are my best, world renowned, blueberry pancakes, ok, with you?”

Relena laughed and nodded between giggles.

“Ok, Miss.” Quatre began as he started mixing the batter. “Two orders of pancakes coming up.”

***

The morning had been full of laughs as Quatre attempted to flip a pancake in the air, only causing it to fall, instead of back in the pan, on his head. Relena had been hysterical as she continued to laugh at the not so ‘Iron Chef’ attempt to flip the pancakes again, this time gravity didn’t pull it back to earth. They both looked up, only to see it sticking to the ceiling. “I think I should stop the flipping.” Quatre, himself, laughed as he began to cook seriously.

Relena pulled two pancakes from the large plateful on the dining table between her and Quatre. Every taste bud in her mouth sang with praise at every gulp she took. It had been a while since she had a good breakfast like this. Usually her secretary would give her a donut or sometimes she wouldn’t have anything in the morning do to her hectic schedule.

“Quatre, you really do make the best pancakes.” She said as she put another forkful in her mouth.

Quatre looked up from his plate, smiled, and then said. “Well, Relena, if you’re ever in need of a pancake maker, look me up.”

Relena giggled as she put down her fork. “You didn’t have to tell me that, I’d do it anyway. So which place are we going to see first today?”

“We should be going to the European Arts Museum first, it’s a few blocks away from the airport and it should only take us less than half an hour to get there.”

Relena scooted her chair out, and stood up. She slowly stretched out her arms and placed a hand in front of her mouth to stifle a much-needed yawn. “I’ll go get ready. Thanks for breakfast, Quatre.” She picked up her plate and fork, along with her glass and napkin. After she placed them in the sink she trudged her way upstairs, her borrowed pajamas still way to big for her.


***

Relena went through her suitcase. ‘I have to find something casual…but what? I mostly have only clothes for work. ’ By now she had practically thrown most of the clothes out of the suitcase. She let out a cry of triumph as she pulled out a sundress that went well with her eye color.

It had no straps, but zipped up from the back. It wrapped around her chest, showing not too much, but neither too little cleavage, and it clung to her small frame like a second skin. The length of the sundress came down to about mid thigh. Relena then allowed her honey blonde locks to be free from the ribbons that restrained them as they cascaded down a little past her shoulders. She smiled at her reflection. Happy with her change of clothes she grabbed her hand purse and made her way down stairs to the waiting Quatre.

Quatre heard her footsteps and looked up just in time to see her waltzing her way down the staircase. His breath slowed, as she got closer.

She looked radiant.

Her blue sundress hugged the curves of her body in all the right places and it was short enough to show off her well-defined legs, but not short enough to show anything else. Her dress did reveal her slender shoulders, and her small arms with their delicate hands. He noticed her hair, and silently wished he could see her wear it down more often.

“Shall we?” He held out his arm to her and she smiled taking it in her own. “We shall,” and they set out to the many sights they were to see.


***


Quatre enjoyed her being in his company. Relena had the deepest thoughts when it came to artwork and artifacts. He listened intently to everything she said, hanging on her every word. Since the first museum they stopped at he had begun to notice that everywhere they went, guys ogled her. Even the old, fat, married, guys gave her a double take. He wasn’t too happy with this.

This happening throughout the day caused him to start feeling many pent up frustrations from all their attention toward her, and he would, almost instinctively, casually put a hand on her shoulder or upper back, take her arm in his, or make up some excuse like, “Lets look over at that exhibit.” And would take her hand in his and lead her there.

Unknown to Quatre, Relena would catch glimpses of girls ogling him too. She didn’t understand why, but when he made a move to touch her, she was only too happy to touch him back. Needless to say, both parties were happy when they stopped at a big park, where it looked like not very many people where present there.

Relena ran ahead of him towards an upcoming flowerbed that circled around a statue of a winged horse. She rested her tired legs as she squatted in front of the silver and gold piece and peered up at the statue. Quatre caught up to her and marveled at the scene in front of him. Her aquamarine orbs shinned brighter than the colors of gold upon the statue’s form. He wondered if a light of any other being could match the light that shone from her eyes.

Relena wrapped her arms around her legs, bringing her chin to rest on top of her knees. The breeze rustled the seams of the sundress and her golden hair that draped down her shoulders moved casually, lightly caressing her shoulders.

Her breath was shallow and she held her gaze, never blinking, on the statue that towered above her. “Quatre…isn’t it beautiful?”

Quatre smiled as he bent down beside her. “Yes, I’ve never seen a statue sculpted with such an eye for detail before.” It was easy to see why she was so captivated by its beauty. It was…breathtaking, to be sure. But what was even more breathtaking was the girl that was squatting next to him.
Another scene

They decided to retire back at the Winner Manor, both discussing their own future plans as they sipped on tea and tasted cookies, once again compliments of Quatre.

“I have a meeting in St. Petersburg, next week. It seems that Russia is upset with Normandy, because it is doing some sort of satellite weapons testing.” Relena sighed. “All I know is, it’s going to be another long trip on my jet for me.”

“Is that meeting on the Tuesday of next week?” Quatre asked as he munched on another cookie.

“Yeah, it is…but how’d you know that?”

“I’m supposed to be going to that meeting too. My company sends them the materials needed for the testing.”

“Oh, really?” Relena beamed with interest. “How do they work? I never knew how they operate.”

“Well, projective images get sent from the satellite to a type of control room. The controllers monitor the satellite weapons from a certain control room. They can target and attack any place on earth that the satellite orbits around.” He paused. “They seem like just regular weapons, but Russia, after the final tests, wants to start sending them out to buying countries with the highest bid.”

“Just another excuse to cause war.” Relena sighed. “Fighting about it like little kids.”

Quatre laughed. “True, but that’s why we have people like you in the world. You can cease the fighting and help maintain the peace with the strength you alone possess.”

Relena set down her teacup and took a pillow and hugged it tightly to her chest. “Strength? I don’t have that kind of strength anymore.”

Quatre turned to face her. “What?”

Relena cast down her eyes, their color of aquamarine fading into misty gray “I changed my name back to Dorlain, because…the girl everyone knew as Relena Peacecraft was gone…”

Quatre grabbed her shoulders and forced her body to face him causing her fingers to release the pillow, that fell to the floor. “What do you mean, Relena?”

“The day…the day he left me…I died that day!” The tears tumbled down that time. As if on instinct, Quatre held her. His arms wrapped around her small figure, tightly. He placed his head in the crook of her neck, whispering soothing words, and running his hands through her hair in an attempt to quiet her. Slowly the tears and cries took their toll as she fell asleep from the exhaustion.

As he laid the sleeping young diplomat back on her bed he placed a light kiss on her forehead.

Relena was destroying herself emotionally. She withheld the sadness rather instead of the happiness that she would occasionally taste around her. And Quatre could only hold her, sooth her, and love her.

AN: This turned out pretty good. *Is proud of herself* Please Read and review. I won’t write another chapter till I get feedback. *Pouts*

Thanks to all who review.

Egg Drop Soup