Protect Me from What I Want -chapter 3, rated PG-13
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:45 pm
Here's another chapter of PMFWIW(yay acronyms!). I really hope you enjoy it. I worked really hard and had a great time writing it. I might write a lemon in later chapters, what do you think?
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Protect Me From what I want, chapter 3
The day had dawned overcast and chilly; the perfect day for my mood. How did the Weather Gods know that I loved days like this? But then, in Brussels the weather was always cold and rainy in the wintertime. I sighed and pushed the door open and stepped into the kitchen.
?Good morning, Miss Relena! How are you this morning?? Greta Fitzgerald, greeted me cheerily. Mrs. Fitzgerald was my house keeper, a warm and motherly middle aged Scottish woman. She made sure I ate adequate meals and always took care of me, when I let her.
?Morning Mrs. Fitz, morning came too early again,? I said, sending a small smile her way. She turned from the stove to hand me an omelet, but her eyebrow quirked up into a skeptical arch. Damn, that woman could spot a politician smile like stray cats can spot a soft heart and a full cat dish. She and Peygan had met three years ago, they both had lost their spouses a long time before they had met each other. I loved watching them fall in love, it was so awkward and sweet. Peygan had proposed to Mrs. Fitz on her birthday, but she had gently refused, saying that she had been married once and it she was very unhappy because of it, and that they didn?t need some certificate telling them they were married. It truck me a little funny, how the two middle aged people so resembled Duo and Hilde in their awkward but sweet romance.
?Miss Relena, here?s your coffee and toast, you?d better eat both slices today, or I?m going to wash your white blouses with your new red sweater.? She teased, and I couldn?t help but smile. Mrs. Fitz and Peygan felt more like family then my foster family had, or even Milliardo had. It was hard to be bitter around those two.
?Of course, of course, you win!? I laughed and grabbed the daily paper. Scanning the front page, a headline caught my attention. My eyes widened in shock as I read the lurid words.
?ESUN PRESIDENT RELENA DARLIAN-PEACECRAFT?S SORDID LOVE LIFE!?
I couldn?t catch my breath, there was a photo montage of myself and three men. It was obvious to me that this was a lie, the first picture was of Quatre and I. in the intervening years, he had become one of my closest friends and we met often for lunch. The photograph had been taken from an angle that made it look as if we were engaged in a passionate kiss. I took a sip of my coffee and tried to keep my hand steady so as not to spill a drop of the precious liquid.
The second photograph depicted Trowa and me, his arm around my waist; dodging the paparazzi. Trowa was my bodyguard and we had become close, I had been ambushed by the flashbulbs and shouting reporters, so he had led me to the car. My eyes were blinded by the camera flashes and I couldn?t see through the spots in my vision. If it hadn?t been for his comforting arm, I would have tripped on the curb and landed face-first in the gutter.
The third photo was the most hurtful, a photograph I had hidden in my closet. The wrinkled, tearstained picture of Heero and I at St. Gabriel?s formal dance. It was the only picture with a caption. It said, ?Is this the man that started the sainted President down the path of hedonism and debauchery??
Tears blurred my vision and the coffee cup slipped from my fingers and smashed onto the stone tiles of the kitchen floor. The sound of the porcelain shattering and the splash of hot liquid across my ankle brought me back to reality. Who could have found that picture? Who would write something so cruel and hurtful about me? Hell, I was a 24 year-old virgin who was married to my job!
?Relena! Are you all right? Relena!? Mrs. Fitz?s hands on my shoulders snapped me out of my thoughts. Her eyes were worried, the soft gentle gray had turned as dark as storm clouds. ?What?s wrong??
?Th-they...printed...p-p-pictures,? I stuttered as I tried to keep the tears from falling. It felt as if the last fragile threads that kept my heart from shattering were severed. I bolted from my chair and over to the counter to grab my purse. Frantically, I dug through it to find my pills. It felt like hours, but finally the cool plastic of the bottle. I popped it open and dry swallowed two of the chalky white tablets. Anymore, the only things that could keep me from breaking down were sedatives and alcohol.
?How dare they! Those...those BASTARDS!? Her outburst surprised me, Mrs. Fitz was a very gentle and calm lady; and to hear the vehemence in her voice seemed out of place. ?I?m calling the paper, this is libel!?
?Mrs. Fitz, it?s okay, really. I think I know who gave the press these ?tips?
I said quietly, trying in vain to recover my equilibrium. *Kandi, that underhanded bitch!* I frowned, and smoothed my face into the perfect mask of calm. I felt warm arms encircle my shoulders, a welcome feeling. I buried my head in Mrs. Fitz?s shoulder and tried not to cry. it was odd, this woman felt more like a mother than either my biological or adoptive mothers combined.
There was no way I could convince the tabloids and media that I was, in fact, a 24 year old virgin. Even so, they should realize by now that I?m a grown woman and am not a nun. *Hmm, maybe I should become a nun, maybe that would get the marriage vultures to leave me alone.* I didn?t have the heart to actually read the article itself, it was obvious what it would contain; lurid tales of drugs, alcohol, and sex parties. Oh wait...they got me on the whole drugs and alcohol thing. I made a face and stepped away from the housekeeper.
?I really have to get to work, Mrs. Fitz; I?m already late,? I sniffled and gave her a brave smile.
?What time should I have dinner ready?? She asked eagerly, her eyes brightening at the thought of making dinner for more than just me. But since I never brought anyone home...she was bound to be disappointed.
?Uhm, don?t worry about it, Mrs. Fitz; I?ll be working late.? I said and grabbed my purse and briefcase, I waved to her on my way out the door. She just stood there, a bemused look on her kind old face.
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Protect Me From what I want, chapter 3
The day had dawned overcast and chilly; the perfect day for my mood. How did the Weather Gods know that I loved days like this? But then, in Brussels the weather was always cold and rainy in the wintertime. I sighed and pushed the door open and stepped into the kitchen.
?Good morning, Miss Relena! How are you this morning?? Greta Fitzgerald, greeted me cheerily. Mrs. Fitzgerald was my house keeper, a warm and motherly middle aged Scottish woman. She made sure I ate adequate meals and always took care of me, when I let her.
?Morning Mrs. Fitz, morning came too early again,? I said, sending a small smile her way. She turned from the stove to hand me an omelet, but her eyebrow quirked up into a skeptical arch. Damn, that woman could spot a politician smile like stray cats can spot a soft heart and a full cat dish. She and Peygan had met three years ago, they both had lost their spouses a long time before they had met each other. I loved watching them fall in love, it was so awkward and sweet. Peygan had proposed to Mrs. Fitz on her birthday, but she had gently refused, saying that she had been married once and it she was very unhappy because of it, and that they didn?t need some certificate telling them they were married. It truck me a little funny, how the two middle aged people so resembled Duo and Hilde in their awkward but sweet romance.
?Miss Relena, here?s your coffee and toast, you?d better eat both slices today, or I?m going to wash your white blouses with your new red sweater.? She teased, and I couldn?t help but smile. Mrs. Fitz and Peygan felt more like family then my foster family had, or even Milliardo had. It was hard to be bitter around those two.
?Of course, of course, you win!? I laughed and grabbed the daily paper. Scanning the front page, a headline caught my attention. My eyes widened in shock as I read the lurid words.
?ESUN PRESIDENT RELENA DARLIAN-PEACECRAFT?S SORDID LOVE LIFE!?
I couldn?t catch my breath, there was a photo montage of myself and three men. It was obvious to me that this was a lie, the first picture was of Quatre and I. in the intervening years, he had become one of my closest friends and we met often for lunch. The photograph had been taken from an angle that made it look as if we were engaged in a passionate kiss. I took a sip of my coffee and tried to keep my hand steady so as not to spill a drop of the precious liquid.
The second photograph depicted Trowa and me, his arm around my waist; dodging the paparazzi. Trowa was my bodyguard and we had become close, I had been ambushed by the flashbulbs and shouting reporters, so he had led me to the car. My eyes were blinded by the camera flashes and I couldn?t see through the spots in my vision. If it hadn?t been for his comforting arm, I would have tripped on the curb and landed face-first in the gutter.
The third photo was the most hurtful, a photograph I had hidden in my closet. The wrinkled, tearstained picture of Heero and I at St. Gabriel?s formal dance. It was the only picture with a caption. It said, ?Is this the man that started the sainted President down the path of hedonism and debauchery??
Tears blurred my vision and the coffee cup slipped from my fingers and smashed onto the stone tiles of the kitchen floor. The sound of the porcelain shattering and the splash of hot liquid across my ankle brought me back to reality. Who could have found that picture? Who would write something so cruel and hurtful about me? Hell, I was a 24 year-old virgin who was married to my job!
?Relena! Are you all right? Relena!? Mrs. Fitz?s hands on my shoulders snapped me out of my thoughts. Her eyes were worried, the soft gentle gray had turned as dark as storm clouds. ?What?s wrong??
?Th-they...printed...p-p-pictures,? I stuttered as I tried to keep the tears from falling. It felt as if the last fragile threads that kept my heart from shattering were severed. I bolted from my chair and over to the counter to grab my purse. Frantically, I dug through it to find my pills. It felt like hours, but finally the cool plastic of the bottle. I popped it open and dry swallowed two of the chalky white tablets. Anymore, the only things that could keep me from breaking down were sedatives and alcohol.
?How dare they! Those...those BASTARDS!? Her outburst surprised me, Mrs. Fitz was a very gentle and calm lady; and to hear the vehemence in her voice seemed out of place. ?I?m calling the paper, this is libel!?
?Mrs. Fitz, it?s okay, really. I think I know who gave the press these ?tips?
I said quietly, trying in vain to recover my equilibrium. *Kandi, that underhanded bitch!* I frowned, and smoothed my face into the perfect mask of calm. I felt warm arms encircle my shoulders, a welcome feeling. I buried my head in Mrs. Fitz?s shoulder and tried not to cry. it was odd, this woman felt more like a mother than either my biological or adoptive mothers combined.
There was no way I could convince the tabloids and media that I was, in fact, a 24 year old virgin. Even so, they should realize by now that I?m a grown woman and am not a nun. *Hmm, maybe I should become a nun, maybe that would get the marriage vultures to leave me alone.* I didn?t have the heart to actually read the article itself, it was obvious what it would contain; lurid tales of drugs, alcohol, and sex parties. Oh wait...they got me on the whole drugs and alcohol thing. I made a face and stepped away from the housekeeper.
?I really have to get to work, Mrs. Fitz; I?m already late,? I sniffled and gave her a brave smile.
?What time should I have dinner ready?? She asked eagerly, her eyes brightening at the thought of making dinner for more than just me. But since I never brought anyone home...she was bound to be disappointed.
?Uhm, don?t worry about it, Mrs. Fitz; I?ll be working late.? I said and grabbed my purse and briefcase, I waved to her on my way out the door. She just stood there, a bemused look on her kind old face.
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how did you like it? the fourth chapter will be out soon, it's almost done=^.^= thank you very much for reading my little tale.
