Fallen Angels Chapter 3

[Egg Drop Soup]

‘ Thinking ’
“ Speaking ”
// Song lyrics //
Flash backs or dream sequences
(Interruptions)
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Description: a QWxRP fic. OOOOOhh this is getting’ good, ne? if you like me, please continue to read.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story line.


Fallen Angels
By: Egg Drop Soup


Chapter 3…


Relena felt terribly uncomfortable in the meeting room, but what was surprising was the discomfort wasn’t due to the hardback chairs, the air condition on the fritz or the fact that the coffee just looked like a cup of thick mud.

What actually bothered her and kept her alert was the occupant of the seat about three spaces down from her. The look in his eyes when he had said those words made her feel something she wasn’t sure of. It was a form of happiness, but stronger than any she had felt before.

She mentally scolded herself for the situation she was in. Who did she really love?

Heero?

Or Quatre?

‘Heero…’ The thought of him brought suppressed and forgotten tears and pain that was buried underneath all the happiness he had brought to her.

But with Quatre, there were no tears, no pain. He didn’t hurt her. He was there, always there.

‘Protecting me…’

She grimaced. Her thoughts of consideration weren’t getting her anywhere. Her love for them was being weighed on an invisible scale and they both ended up equaling the same and this was nothing comp aired to the anxiety that comes with all the pressure of having to make a decision soon.

Confused, she went even further into her thoughts, ever wandering around looking for a door that may open, so as to help her in her choices.

Amidst her debonair she let her fingers stray to the flesh that still tingled with electricity on her cheek. Crimson graced both cheeks as the flashing images played over and over again in her mind, reliving the aching look of Quatre’s eyes looking into hers.

‘Quatre…’

She wondered what he was thinking. She didn’t want to hurt him…or her own feelings…could she really be happy with him?

He was the world’s most eligible bachelor and she herself was one of his closest friends. She knew that he would treat her better than any guy she had ever been with. Relena could never hide the fact that she would feel most secure with him, she could always let herself go, allow her political mask to fall, and it was always due to the fact that Quatre didn’t expect her to be perfect.

To the world, she was the Dove of Peace, a porcelain doll of a woman who was truly frail. And truth be told, she wasn’t as strong on the outside as she appeared, but inside that young woman was a fiery spirit and she proved so often that no one could dose the flame. But that didn’t mean the fire was not able to grow dim with all the emotional blows the young woman took.

Years of the same non-ending yearning for Heero to return quickly diminished the raging fire. But strangely Quatre was able to ignite the flame and it had begun to grow stronger over the last few days.

Relena glanced out the corner of her eye in his direction, saw he was returning her gaze, and swiftly cast down her eyes toward the folder and papers that sat on the table before her.

She made a grand show of shuffling them around and then turned her gaze back on the speaker and propped up her head on her arm, whose elbow rested lightly on the table. Relena appeared to be in sudden interest and made now sign of stirring from her new listening position.

Quatre felt a small smile tug at his lips. He had seen her touch her cheek and the pink that had graced them still didn’t move.

Quatre didn’t know if the blush was a sign of embarrassment or a sign of considerate affection. All he knew was that the feeling that had been tugging at his insides had not left him, and he felt that they wouldn’t leave him for quite some time.

He was nervous.

Quatre wanted to go to her, turn her around, make her look his way. He wanted to hold her, fondle her and make her forget anything but happiness. But most importantly of all he wanted to tell the world that he had found something that he had searched for his whole life.

It was love.

Yes, he had found love.

He had always thought that love would always be always run from him, always be that little distance out of his reach. It’s amazing how you can find things when you aren’t looking for them.

With the happiness at his sudden realization came a foreboding of idiotism.

‘I forgot to ask how she felt.’ He mentally slapped himself as panic quickly replaced the worry, and he became even more doubtful. He turned to look in her direction with mournful eyes. ‘Please Relena…want more from me…’

Relena felt a tightening in her stomach and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. This feeling was all too familiar, the feeling of someone watching her.

She glanced to the direction of the eyes that as she felt seem to bore into the back of her head. It was Quatre.

She looked at him questioningly. The look his eyes gave her, the deep pleading eyes. ‘He’s afraid I’ll reject him.’

His eyes screamed volumes of fears and it tore at her to see him look at her like that. She wanted to abruptly get up and drag him, personally, out of the meeting room and wipe away all the sorrow he felt. But logic wouldn’t leave from its place, hanging on the walls of her mind.

For her to take Quatre from the room would cause a stir among the other politicians and it wouldn’t look good for both of their reputations. Scandals and obscene rumors would start like wildfire and that would only make things worse than what they were.

No, logic was always interrupting all her thinking, always taunting and cruel. That was logic. Oh how she wished she could pull him out of her brain and wring his little…but there was no time to think about that.

The thoughts of him suffering were father more important. Relena couldn’t blame him she knew what it was like with unrequited love.

She inwardly sighed as dumb logic decided to taunt her again. >>It’s ironic…how your love for Heero isn’t returned…and how his love for you isn’t as well. <<

She stifled the urge to gasp and a hand came up to her mouth to cease her traitorous lips. Its true…she felt her eyes water at the thoughts. She turned her watery eyes to Quatre’s questioning ones.

She wanted to cry. Oh god, how she wanted to run to him and hold him. To allow him to pour out all of his frustrations, fears, and tears, and then she, she would be the shoulder this time. The shoulder that this time, he would cry on.

Relena’s mind was swimming in thoughts. ‘Quatre might have someone who loves him…but that person is going through the same thing he and I am…its not fair. Such unreturned love isn’t fair.’

She suppressed a wave of aching pain that shot straight in her chest. The urge to sob out his name and run to him and whisper words to comfort him was slowly getting stronger.

Relena closed her eyes to dam the tears that now unwillingly threatened to fall. ‘Please God…help me…help me to unweave the threads that bind me now. Help me to love again…give me a sign…oh god…please…any sign.’

The speaker had finished his speech and Relena stood up with the rest of the diplomats and all shook hands in due respect. All of them had been quick to leave so as to go to other important meetings and to catch flights that were leaving around that time frame.

Relena gathered her papers, taking her time, knowing Quatre was waiting just outside. She didn’t know what she would do, or what she should do.

Just as she expected him to, he was outside in the hallway that led to the conference room.

The light that shone down from the glass windows fixated on his profile, seeing him bathed in the light made her feel an uneasy stirring in her stomach. He was leaning his back on the wall, his arms crossed. His eyes were closed, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Relena never recalled seeing such distress on his features before and she felt another pang in her chest at thinking about what it could be.

Her shaking hands betrayed her as she dropped the papers that she had been hugging to her chest. Quatre stirred from his position against the wall. His eyes opened quickly to look at her in her direction. “Relena…”

They were filled with the same pain, the same anguish that she saw in them before in the meeting room. By this time she had lost all of her courage to face him. And as he grew nearer she felt a tremor of panic run through her body.

She bolted.

“I’m sorry…” She said in a whisper and put a hand to her lips to hide any words that might slip in her confusion. She ran from him. The papers still scattered on the floor.

Her legs shakily held what little balance they could maintain as they carried her through the double doors that was the entrance to the building. It was dark, her pupils dilated to adjust to the light of the street lamps that were near the parking lot. She ran blindly, wobbling on uneasy legs.

Relena soon left the smooth easy pavement and reached the cold, wet, dew covered lawn that stood in the front of the building. One of her high heels caught onto a string of weeds that had been overlooked and she fell face down to the ground.

She breathed heavily as she picked herself up and hastily continued to run, not bothered by hobbling on one high heeled shoe. There was no way out. Relena whirled her head in many directions, and franticly ran like a deer in headlights.

She groaned at the wire that was staked all around the outlining fence. Tears streamed down her face. She was trapped. She sank to her knees, franticly screamed, and jerked madly at the fence, letting it rattle at each tug she made. Her hair, now unkempt, shook with her shuttering body. She tore at her clothing, her hair ties; anything that she thought was now restraining her.

Relena clawed at herself in her own distress and two strong hands pulled hers away from injuring herself further. She didn’t open her eyes as she tried to fight off the one who was holding her hands in his one hand and using his free arm to hold her close to his chest.

She screamed and kicked and pushed as hard as she could, but the figure only held her closer and took all she dished out.

Logic chose this time to take its shift, as madness left to go home and eat a TV dinner. (AN: LOL, it took me a whole freaking weekend to come up with it. Writers block can be so cruel. *Sob*)

A wavering scent caught her attention; it was familiar, so familiar…Logic snapped its magic fingers and her senses came back to her. Relena let her eyes flutter open slowly, her shoulders tense in fear.

“Quatre…” Relena chocked back a sob and she fought at him again to get loose, to hide from him, from his knowing eyes.

And just as he did before, he held her. She let out a last cry as she gave into his embrace and wrapped her arms around him. Tears poured down her cheeks, soaking his shirt and jacket as she buried her face in his chest.

‘I don’t deserve him! His devotion, his love, I don’t even deserve his friend ship! He could do so much better than me.’ Her mind and heart tore viciously at each other. Her heart cried for love and her head cried for the justice that would not be laid upon her.

“Why?” Relena asked breaking the silence, they had held each other that way for what seemed like ages after she had stopped crying. “Why me? Why do you choose someone like me?”

Quatre’s eyes softened as he looked down upon the woman in his arms. His grip on her tightened and he rested his forehead against her own. “ I want to protect you, Relena. Heero did his duty of protecting you…and now…I believe its my turn.”

Relena let out a shrill laugh to cover the anxiety and sadness that her voice still held. “Am I just something to protect? Is that why-?”

“No!” He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “You are a woman that I fell in love with years ago. I loved you for your hopes and dreams, how you were always thinking of others instead of yourself. You gave such devotion and love to all you cared for, and I promised myself that I would give that same devotion to you.”

Relena turned her face away. “I don’t deserve such devotion.”

Quatre turned her face back to face him. “You are.” He looked at her now with pang filled eyes. “The one I love is you…no one can just take my heart from me. My heart is my own and I choose you to have it.”

Relena felt a brightening happiness like she had never felt before and she said nothing as the tears once again threatened to fall.

They walked in silence. To Relena it was as if the silence itself was not quiet enough to hide the raging feelings both parties seemed to express. She felt a higher pang of anxiety with each step she took back to the building. Her body must have been in dire shock from all the events lately and the emotional toil wasn’t doing any good either.

She mentally scolded her legs to keep walking. A shot of pain shot up through the right calf of her leg in protest and the other leg soon joined in the rebellion. Relena fought hard for control over her tired limbs as a sudden unexpected and inexperienced pain shot through her stomach. Her legs had had enough and gave way to the weight they supported and she fell.

“Relena?” Quatre asked as he put his hands on her waist, supporting her as he held her body up. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I…don’t know…” Relena’s mind was whirling with dizziness and fatigue. “My…my stomach…it hurts…” Her hands went to her throbbing abdomen. Her fingers tried to fight the pain in vain by stroking her flat belly soothingly. Her will wasn’t as strong as the pain that finally engulfed her.



AN: OOOOO THE SUSPENSE! What’s going to happen next? Want to find out? Ok, read the next chapter! I love my lines about logic. My friend Sophia agreed with me on that one. She reads all of my fics. She was laughing so hard, she said it was a good thing to put into the story; it lessens the tension and gives a warmhearted appeal…I liked that…so I left in the logic part. Hopefully my readers will like it too. Once again, thanks for the reviews.

Love,
Egg Drop Soup