Ice Queen Revenge Chapter 6...The Places You Have Come To...
Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 2:33 pm
The Ice Queen?s Revenge 6/?
By: Engrish Spy
Rating: R
A/N: I was not happy when I was forced to rewrite this chapter for the fifth time. I had the chapter all planed out and ready to be transferred to a floppy disk. It was perfect and lovely and nicely packaged but my brainless, retarded Dell decided it had had enough and gave up on me.
What is the most delicious part of this really sordid affair with my computer is that I did have it backed up on to a floppy disk after my first reformat of the brainless Dell which I had at the time nicknamed ?Piece of Crappy Shit for Brains? is that it also fried the disk I had put it on to. Then I found out it was a virus on the Hard Drive and it totally burnt my computer out. Sucks to Be Me?
Anyways after getting myself a snazzy new computer that is bedecked out in all the old stickers I had on ?Piece of Crap?, I found that my muse had returned to me. In the most unlikely of forms I might add. Unconscious writing. It blocks the mind from some of the worst blocks. I?ve also written a very long social commentary poem on my life. If anybody would like to read it just give me an email and I will happily type it up so you can read it.
So without further delay I present to you? ICE QUEEN REVENGE CHAPTER 6? Enjoy.
The room she had been placed in to dress for the ceremony overlooked the opulent and verdant gardens and lawns of the magnificent hotel, in which they were to be married. One would almost wonder if the had been dropped in the wine country of northern California in the former United States rather then the parched desert city of Bahrain.
In the Distance, past the lush gardens, the city stood ominous and haunting as if the arid desert heat could add phantom qualities to the usually bustling metropolis. However the city seemed to be dead from the distance. Even the blue ocean that sat next to the city was lifeless in the heat. No cresting waves or little dots that could signify people could be seen from that room.
However this was acceptable for the woman who sat in the middle of the room on an ottoman dressed in a cream wedding gown trimmed with gold lace that seemed to trim the bodice. She was not here in this room to care about what the city looked like or what the waves were doing. She was here for one purpose and one purpose only. She was to marry a man whom she had thought once might have liked her but instead broke her heart, and continued to break it.
Dorothy watched as Lady Une and Relena began to bustle around the room, putting finishing touches to the flowers she and Relena would carry, and the Catalonia tiara that she would wear with her veil. This should have been a happy day but instead it was not. The journey to this point had been arduous, and it had cost her, her heart.
She twisted the old handkerchief in her hands. A present from her wheelchair confined cousin. The girl had said it had been their grandmothers and she knew that if her father had been alive then he would have given it to her on her wedding day as well. But it was all that they had left of their family. Dorothy reflected hard on this.
She would be marring in to a larger family then she would ever have expected to. There were Quatre?s twenty nine sisters and their husbands or significant others, along with children and their children?s significant others and their children. Dorothy had almost fainted when Gella, Althea and Ira had introduced her to the remaining twenty six sisters the other night at her bridal shower.
?Do you want to wear the lilies that my brother sent you in your hair,? Relena asked from her position next to the Catalonia tiara.
Dorothy shook her head and then wrung the handkerchief a little harder.
?What?s the matter?? Relena questioned and moved to Dorothy?s side and placed her veil in her hands.
?Nothing,? Dorothy found herself gritting out but she accepted the white lace veil.
Dorothy looked away as Relena?s questioning blue eyes tried to seek out the problem that had seem to befall her friend of many years. Yet with knowing that she had a friend by her side for what should have been the happiest day of her life, she felt somewhat unable to share her thoughts and feelings. It was not as if she was unable, she had expressed many repressed feelings in the past. It seemed that the fear that she was in love would scare off everybody that she knew.
Relena just gave Dorothy a small smile and then patted Dorothy on the arm and straightened the champagne coloured gown that she wore. She turned back to the details that seemed to pop up as day seemed to bring. Dorothy turned her attention back to the vast gardens that encircled the hotel.
?What a shame your father and your grandfather are not here to see you married, they would have been proud even though you are doing this for Quatre?s benefit,? Dorothy heard Lady Une mention.
?What a Fool, he would tell me I have been, marrying a pacifist. Though he would like Quatre?s income, ?the only good thing that this marriage might bring? he would tell me.? Dorothy found herself automatically shooting the words from her mouth.
?I told you that you would feel this way if you went through with it,? Relena seemed to nag behind her.
Dorothy just sniffed with indignations at Relena?s comment about her sham of a marriage, but the tears were beginning to well up and she swallowed hard to keep them from spilling. She was well aware that what she was doing was only going to hurt her further. She had only just admitted to herself last night, as she had lain in bed that she was in love with Quatre. She just could not see herself going any further because of the damage that the past two months had seem to be put between them. So much damage that their fragile hearts would never be reparable.
Lost in thought she had never noticed that Relena had placed the tiara on her perfectly coifed hair and that she was handing her a tissue to use.
?Don?t cry you will only ruin you makeup. Today is the only day that you can truly be a princess,? she comforted with some naivety.
Dorothy felt wetness down her cheek. Feeling the trail of the tears with her long fingers, Dorothy laughed a little.
?This is the second time I?ve ever truly cried in front of some one,? she softly commented.
?Who was the first?? she heard Relena ask just a softly as she did.
?I?d rather not say,? she replied, wiped away the tears with the handkerchief and then took a deep breath.
"My mother would think I was disgraceful,? she said with disdain.
?You?re mother was an idiot,? Lady Une interjected.
Dorothy looked over to the woman who was tall in stature and as about as graceful as a bear sometime. She was dressed in a beautiful light blue day suit with a matching light blue wide brim hat. She stood next to the table which was lined up with the flowers for the bridal party and was wearing a scowl on her face.
?Une,? Relena hissed.
?Your mother was a fool for teaching you not to cry openly. It is all we as women can do to express how we feel sometimes,? she continued sternly.
?She was a fool for many things,? Dorothy replied absentmindedly.
There was silence in the room till a knocking on the rich mahogany door seemed to echo in the room, bring all from the revive that had settled among the women of the room.
?The Photographer wants to take pictures of the Bride now,? A young women who only looked about nineteen said in a meek voice.
?This is my cue,? Dorothy said as she stood from her spot, dried her eyes and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress.
She stopped long enough for Relena to secure the veil in place atop the tiara and then she moved slowly from the room as if she was about to meet her doom.
~*~
?Tell me you lost the rings?? Duo said with a whine to Trowa as the five pilots that had served a common goal in war were joined to see a fellow friend and child soldier joined in holy matrimony to a fellow child of war.
?This is going to work,? Trowa said with a slight hiss and then elbowed Duo in the ribs.
?What is he complaining about now,? Heero said in a soft voice as he cradled his newborn son in his arms.
?The Idiot wants Trowa to lose the rings,? Said Wu Fei from his position against a tree.
?Relena would have you shot dead in two seconds if she heard that from you,? Heero said and pointed at the long haired American.
Duo just put his hands up and began to sputter, ?Hey I thought she didn?t believe in killing the innocent??
?She could be persuaded,? Heero said with a smirk.
?Anyways, you?re far from innocent, Duo,? Wu Fei said with disdain.
?She just wants to see that her best friend is happy is all,? Duo said interjecting.
?And here you were trying to get Trowa to lose the damn rings,? Wu Fei said with an evil smirk.
?Now I know why we didn?t hang out all that much during the war,? Duo said as he crossed his tuxedo clad arms across his chest.
?All right guys that enough in fighting for the day,? came the sound of a soft yet raspy voice.
Duo turned to see Hilde, his girlfriend of three years, was coming up to them. She was closely followed by Sally, Relena and Lady Une.
?Hey babe,? Duo said excitedly and uncrossed his arms to embrace the woman who had become his life.
?Don?t hey babe me,? Hilde snapped.
?Let me take him from you,? Relena replied taking the two month old baby from Heero?s arms.
?Is she coming out soon?? Trowa questioned Lady Une, his eyebrows raised in worry.
?Soon,? was all Lady Une could find herself to say.
There was commotion and flurry around the small group that had seemed to be only connected by one thing yet still a bond had been formed through them as they began to live life after the war. This is what Quatre saw from his position in the distance as the photographer took his pictures for this day.
?You have such beautiful eyes. They are so deep and emotional,? the photographer commented as she continued to snap pictures of Quatre.
The comment made Quatre smirk a little as she continued to snap candid shots of him as he leaned against the tree on the lawns of the hotel.
?These will be beautiful. Your future wife will be surprised with these,? she continued to comment.
At the mention of Dorothy, a indescribable feeling seemed to well up within him. He did not know if it was the sense of dread he had felt since she had bid him goodnight and had kept him awake for a better part of the night or the blissful contentment that she was going to be a part of his life albeit a strained partnership at most.
?Dorothy you look Fabulous,? the sound of Duo?s boisterous hoots and calls seemed to pull him from the revive that he had fallen into.
He looked past his friends as she came up the grassy lawns. She was perfect in all the white silk, transparent tulle and gold lace trimming. Even the intricately worked diamond tiara on top of her head seemed to glimmer with an otherworldly light. It was as if she had been blessed by Allah and sent for him and him only.
She wore a soft smile as if that even though they had been through all they had that she was somewhat enjoying the attention that she was receiving because it was her special day.
Quatre somehow saw past her fa?ade and saw the scared woman who looked like she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life. His heart fell a little and then placed his hands in his pocket as if he had been defeated by her icy eyes.
?Oh good now I can get pictures of you both,? the photographer said with delight as she and her assistant ran to meet Dorothy half way.
Quatre followed the woman reluctantly. The photographer seemed intent on getting pictures of Dorothy and him together. He would have cared less for any of this. This was all the doing of his sisters. They wanted to throw their little brother the society wedding of the century. It made him hate them just a little. The thought comforted him as he was directed to take Dorothy?s hand. That was when it hit him.
The little jolts of energy that seemed to spark up and down his arm as her took her soft hand into his, was enough for him to look up at her. For the first time he seemed to notice that she had let down her guard for the first time in months. She was just a vulnerable little girl as she kept her eyes somewhat downcast. He could see past the make up and hair that deep down she was just a scared and lonely about this decision they had seem to make for themselves as a way to keep the peace that their friends had created for the world.
?They look so charming together,? Quatre could hear the side comments from newly gathered family and friends that seemed to congregate on the lawns as their pictures were being taken.
?They must love each other so much,? some of Quatre?s younger sister?s said with starry eyes.
?They will have beautiful children some day,? said some elderly guest that had gathered.
?Just a lot of bull,? Quatre thought as the photographer began to rearrange them for the next picture.
He did not know how he was going to survive the next few hours next to her. He would have to kill himself if the tension continued.
~*~
?This is going to be the death of me,? Dorothy murmured as she and Relena stood for pictures.
?Smile and take it like a women,? Relena murmured back.
?You can say that only because you married the man of your dreams,? Dorothy continued as they followed through the direction given to them.
?You were the one who agreed to this mission,? Relena said still smiling.
?Some best friend you are,? She said snidely.
?Just trying to help you out of the situation you got yourself into. If you still want to get out of this right now, I can have Duo pull the old pink limo around and you can escape now.? Relena gave her friend a concerned smile.
Dorothy sighed and then shook her head then stopped to pose for another picture.
?I made a promise, to you, to the remaining Romafellers, to Lady Une and even to Quatre to protect peace with this marriage. I want to keep this quiet peace you have created Relena and I know that this merging of old regime with the peacemakers will help keep it,? she said sadly.
Relena frowned and then placed a caring hand on Dorothy?s silk clad shoulder.
?Don?t do it because you feel obligated. Do it because you care so much,? she said silently and turned and left.
?If only you knew,? Dorothy thought as she began to follow the people towards the ceremony.
~*~
?And now I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Quatre Winner,? Trowa?s voice seemed to echo far beyond the microphone seemed to amplify his voice.
Dorothy seemed to follow the numb yet tentative lead that Quatre seemed to have as they made their grand entrance as man and wife. Just a marriage of convenience but those gathered here did not need to know that. All they saw was that they were happy, healthy and in love as all couples of the new era should be. They did not have a war to worry about and they were safe for years to come. But little did many of the guest gathered there today knew was that there was a war brewing between the two and had raged for what seemed like years.
As they walked to the dance floor, Dorothy finally got a good look at what all the planning she had done for this day. It was so beautiful she was in awe of the gold and silver motif that decorated the chairs, tables and flowers. It was definitely her fairy tale wedding yet she wished that the groom had felt the same way about her.
Quatre was shell shocked at how the Grand Ball room of the hotel had looked. The room was beautiful and sumptuous yet intimate and simple. Something that he could have never expected Dorothy could have pulled off in two months. She had put a lot of work in to today. He respected that she was trying for the marriage that she was willing to make the public believe. However what would she be like in their private life?
He let go of her hand as they reached the table and then looked down at his left hand quickly. The platinum band felt odd there. It was a physical symbolic connection he had to her now. There was nothing more or nothing less but soon he knew the time would come when his sisters and family called for an heir. He shook his hand out and then sat at the chair that had been reserved for him at the head table.
Dinner was served promptly yet neither Quatre nor Dorothy could enjoy it properly with their minds racing and emotions being left unchecked. It was not until the desert course that the speeches that were tradition seemed to arise from the guest. From Gella there was a touching and official welcome to the family for Dorothy. From Relena there were words of wisdom, and even Rashid said kind words of praise for the couple. Then, as tradition had dictated, it was the best man?s turn.
?I?ve been Quatre Winner?s greatest friend for almost six years now. He was a great fighter in the war and as true as any ally can be. It was he who taught me to be who I want to be,? there were some chirps and comments on the side from many of the guest.
?He?s now married to a strong if not violent woman who some say is the complete opposite from him,? there were snickers that cause Dorothy to drop her eyes slightly yet she returned them all with narrow eyes and evil stares.
?Yet these two found each other by the most unlikely circumstance and now they stand here today, declaring their love for each other,? Trowa finished with a slight smile.
Quatre brought his eyes down from Trowa and gazed at Dorothy whose gaze was more focused on her champagne glass then on Trowa. She was deep in thought and from what he could see it was getting harder for her to mask those emotions that Trowa seemed to trigger. What did he do to her to make her crack under the weight?
?So it is with great pleasure that I make this toast, to wish them joy, happiness and above all, love. To the Bride and Groom,? He said raising the champagne glass high and the guests followed.
?To the Bride and Groom,? the guest applauded.
?Now on with the dancing,? Duo shouted and earned him a slap from Hilde.
Quatre led Dorothy down from the main tables and on to the dance floor. She had let her hair down and was now wearing a jewelled headband in place of the tiara. She looked confident yet the usual icy blue stare was betraying all her thoughts. Even Dorothy knew it after she had caught her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom.
?So what do we do now?? Quatre found himself asking as they danced lazy circles around the floor.
She was quiet for a moment as she contemplated the situation.
?We go on with our lives I guess,? she responded.
?But our lives are so different,? he countered.
?But it?s all we can do,? she replied.
?We could do better?? he found himself questioning.
?However better is not something we do well Quatre,? she said slowly.
?You?re right,? he said defeated.
?Your life and mine are not really that compatible. I live here on earth and you on the L4 cluster where your business is.?
"I would never ask you to leave the life here,?
?Nor could I ask you to leave your life in the colonies,? she said with a sad smile.
?Then I guess we have reached and impasse,? he said sarcastically.
?I suggest that after Greece, we go our separate ways that way it makes it easier,? she said sadly averting his eyes.
Quatre found himself confused and looking at Dorothy like she was a stranger from another universe.
?Make what easier??
?Our lives, I guess. We appear together when need be but then we go our separate ways. It just means that we don?t have to be around each other that much only when it?s convenient,? she replied.
?Dorothy make what easier,? he found himself repeating.
She was silent and she listened as the song changed to a soft waltz and that other couples had joined the two on the floor.
?Quatre tell me that you will never forget me,? her whisper barely registering over the loudness of the orchestra that was playing. Quatre strained to hear it.
?Why?? he questioned.
?Just say you will,? she said still silent and slow.
He nodded his head, ?I will never forget you.?
?Thank you,? she said and then let a small yet brilliant smile light her face.
It was so beautiful that Quatre found himself joining in and smiling as well.
~*~
?I?ll call you when I get in,? Dorothy found herself telling Relena as they stood in the hot tarmac of the airport.
?Don?t worry if you forget,? Relena could not help herself from winking and then giggling.
Dorothy just rolled her eyes and then hugged the woman who had seemed only to understand her for who she was, no matter how their relationship had begun.
?I expect a little niece or nephew soon or latter,? Gella told Dorothy as she said their goodbyes to the rest of the family gathered around the small luxury plane.
?Don?t worry about nieces and nephews right now,? Quatre said sarcastically.
Dorothy just looked distant at the comment. Quatre cast a questioning look but Dorothy quickly snapped from her trance and then her determined look reappeared.
?We still have to decide how it will work out,? was the excuse that Dorothy seemed to sputter out.
Quatre watched her as she seemed to give out half-hearted wishes of joy and thanks. She quickly disappeared onto the plane leaving Quatre standing on the tarmac.
?Remember that it takes time to crack one so jaded as she,? he heard the raspy voice of Trowa behind him.
Quatre cast his blue eyes toward the clown and gave his friend a half hearted smile. Trowa returned the smile and gave his friend a final salute as he watched the Arabian follow his wife onto the jet.
?Just have faith? he thought as the plane began to embark on its journey.
TBC?
A/N: Well that?s the cliff-hanger for all you who have been diligently reading my fan fiction. Hope you enjoyed and I hope to see you in chapter 7.
Toodles ~ Engrish Spy
By: Engrish Spy
Rating: R
A/N: I was not happy when I was forced to rewrite this chapter for the fifth time. I had the chapter all planed out and ready to be transferred to a floppy disk. It was perfect and lovely and nicely packaged but my brainless, retarded Dell decided it had had enough and gave up on me.
What is the most delicious part of this really sordid affair with my computer is that I did have it backed up on to a floppy disk after my first reformat of the brainless Dell which I had at the time nicknamed ?Piece of Crappy Shit for Brains? is that it also fried the disk I had put it on to. Then I found out it was a virus on the Hard Drive and it totally burnt my computer out. Sucks to Be Me?
Anyways after getting myself a snazzy new computer that is bedecked out in all the old stickers I had on ?Piece of Crap?, I found that my muse had returned to me. In the most unlikely of forms I might add. Unconscious writing. It blocks the mind from some of the worst blocks. I?ve also written a very long social commentary poem on my life. If anybody would like to read it just give me an email and I will happily type it up so you can read it.
So without further delay I present to you? ICE QUEEN REVENGE CHAPTER 6? Enjoy.
The room she had been placed in to dress for the ceremony overlooked the opulent and verdant gardens and lawns of the magnificent hotel, in which they were to be married. One would almost wonder if the had been dropped in the wine country of northern California in the former United States rather then the parched desert city of Bahrain.
In the Distance, past the lush gardens, the city stood ominous and haunting as if the arid desert heat could add phantom qualities to the usually bustling metropolis. However the city seemed to be dead from the distance. Even the blue ocean that sat next to the city was lifeless in the heat. No cresting waves or little dots that could signify people could be seen from that room.
However this was acceptable for the woman who sat in the middle of the room on an ottoman dressed in a cream wedding gown trimmed with gold lace that seemed to trim the bodice. She was not here in this room to care about what the city looked like or what the waves were doing. She was here for one purpose and one purpose only. She was to marry a man whom she had thought once might have liked her but instead broke her heart, and continued to break it.
Dorothy watched as Lady Une and Relena began to bustle around the room, putting finishing touches to the flowers she and Relena would carry, and the Catalonia tiara that she would wear with her veil. This should have been a happy day but instead it was not. The journey to this point had been arduous, and it had cost her, her heart.
She twisted the old handkerchief in her hands. A present from her wheelchair confined cousin. The girl had said it had been their grandmothers and she knew that if her father had been alive then he would have given it to her on her wedding day as well. But it was all that they had left of their family. Dorothy reflected hard on this.
She would be marring in to a larger family then she would ever have expected to. There were Quatre?s twenty nine sisters and their husbands or significant others, along with children and their children?s significant others and their children. Dorothy had almost fainted when Gella, Althea and Ira had introduced her to the remaining twenty six sisters the other night at her bridal shower.
?Do you want to wear the lilies that my brother sent you in your hair,? Relena asked from her position next to the Catalonia tiara.
Dorothy shook her head and then wrung the handkerchief a little harder.
?What?s the matter?? Relena questioned and moved to Dorothy?s side and placed her veil in her hands.
?Nothing,? Dorothy found herself gritting out but she accepted the white lace veil.
Dorothy looked away as Relena?s questioning blue eyes tried to seek out the problem that had seem to befall her friend of many years. Yet with knowing that she had a friend by her side for what should have been the happiest day of her life, she felt somewhat unable to share her thoughts and feelings. It was not as if she was unable, she had expressed many repressed feelings in the past. It seemed that the fear that she was in love would scare off everybody that she knew.
Relena just gave Dorothy a small smile and then patted Dorothy on the arm and straightened the champagne coloured gown that she wore. She turned back to the details that seemed to pop up as day seemed to bring. Dorothy turned her attention back to the vast gardens that encircled the hotel.
?What a shame your father and your grandfather are not here to see you married, they would have been proud even though you are doing this for Quatre?s benefit,? Dorothy heard Lady Une mention.
?What a Fool, he would tell me I have been, marrying a pacifist. Though he would like Quatre?s income, ?the only good thing that this marriage might bring? he would tell me.? Dorothy found herself automatically shooting the words from her mouth.
?I told you that you would feel this way if you went through with it,? Relena seemed to nag behind her.
Dorothy just sniffed with indignations at Relena?s comment about her sham of a marriage, but the tears were beginning to well up and she swallowed hard to keep them from spilling. She was well aware that what she was doing was only going to hurt her further. She had only just admitted to herself last night, as she had lain in bed that she was in love with Quatre. She just could not see herself going any further because of the damage that the past two months had seem to be put between them. So much damage that their fragile hearts would never be reparable.
Lost in thought she had never noticed that Relena had placed the tiara on her perfectly coifed hair and that she was handing her a tissue to use.
?Don?t cry you will only ruin you makeup. Today is the only day that you can truly be a princess,? she comforted with some naivety.
Dorothy felt wetness down her cheek. Feeling the trail of the tears with her long fingers, Dorothy laughed a little.
?This is the second time I?ve ever truly cried in front of some one,? she softly commented.
?Who was the first?? she heard Relena ask just a softly as she did.
?I?d rather not say,? she replied, wiped away the tears with the handkerchief and then took a deep breath.
"My mother would think I was disgraceful,? she said with disdain.
?You?re mother was an idiot,? Lady Une interjected.
Dorothy looked over to the woman who was tall in stature and as about as graceful as a bear sometime. She was dressed in a beautiful light blue day suit with a matching light blue wide brim hat. She stood next to the table which was lined up with the flowers for the bridal party and was wearing a scowl on her face.
?Une,? Relena hissed.
?Your mother was a fool for teaching you not to cry openly. It is all we as women can do to express how we feel sometimes,? she continued sternly.
?She was a fool for many things,? Dorothy replied absentmindedly.
There was silence in the room till a knocking on the rich mahogany door seemed to echo in the room, bring all from the revive that had settled among the women of the room.
?The Photographer wants to take pictures of the Bride now,? A young women who only looked about nineteen said in a meek voice.
?This is my cue,? Dorothy said as she stood from her spot, dried her eyes and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress.
She stopped long enough for Relena to secure the veil in place atop the tiara and then she moved slowly from the room as if she was about to meet her doom.
~*~
?Tell me you lost the rings?? Duo said with a whine to Trowa as the five pilots that had served a common goal in war were joined to see a fellow friend and child soldier joined in holy matrimony to a fellow child of war.
?This is going to work,? Trowa said with a slight hiss and then elbowed Duo in the ribs.
?What is he complaining about now,? Heero said in a soft voice as he cradled his newborn son in his arms.
?The Idiot wants Trowa to lose the rings,? Said Wu Fei from his position against a tree.
?Relena would have you shot dead in two seconds if she heard that from you,? Heero said and pointed at the long haired American.
Duo just put his hands up and began to sputter, ?Hey I thought she didn?t believe in killing the innocent??
?She could be persuaded,? Heero said with a smirk.
?Anyways, you?re far from innocent, Duo,? Wu Fei said with disdain.
?She just wants to see that her best friend is happy is all,? Duo said interjecting.
?And here you were trying to get Trowa to lose the damn rings,? Wu Fei said with an evil smirk.
?Now I know why we didn?t hang out all that much during the war,? Duo said as he crossed his tuxedo clad arms across his chest.
?All right guys that enough in fighting for the day,? came the sound of a soft yet raspy voice.
Duo turned to see Hilde, his girlfriend of three years, was coming up to them. She was closely followed by Sally, Relena and Lady Une.
?Hey babe,? Duo said excitedly and uncrossed his arms to embrace the woman who had become his life.
?Don?t hey babe me,? Hilde snapped.
?Let me take him from you,? Relena replied taking the two month old baby from Heero?s arms.
?Is she coming out soon?? Trowa questioned Lady Une, his eyebrows raised in worry.
?Soon,? was all Lady Une could find herself to say.
There was commotion and flurry around the small group that had seemed to be only connected by one thing yet still a bond had been formed through them as they began to live life after the war. This is what Quatre saw from his position in the distance as the photographer took his pictures for this day.
?You have such beautiful eyes. They are so deep and emotional,? the photographer commented as she continued to snap pictures of Quatre.
The comment made Quatre smirk a little as she continued to snap candid shots of him as he leaned against the tree on the lawns of the hotel.
?These will be beautiful. Your future wife will be surprised with these,? she continued to comment.
At the mention of Dorothy, a indescribable feeling seemed to well up within him. He did not know if it was the sense of dread he had felt since she had bid him goodnight and had kept him awake for a better part of the night or the blissful contentment that she was going to be a part of his life albeit a strained partnership at most.
?Dorothy you look Fabulous,? the sound of Duo?s boisterous hoots and calls seemed to pull him from the revive that he had fallen into.
He looked past his friends as she came up the grassy lawns. She was perfect in all the white silk, transparent tulle and gold lace trimming. Even the intricately worked diamond tiara on top of her head seemed to glimmer with an otherworldly light. It was as if she had been blessed by Allah and sent for him and him only.
She wore a soft smile as if that even though they had been through all they had that she was somewhat enjoying the attention that she was receiving because it was her special day.
Quatre somehow saw past her fa?ade and saw the scared woman who looked like she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life. His heart fell a little and then placed his hands in his pocket as if he had been defeated by her icy eyes.
?Oh good now I can get pictures of you both,? the photographer said with delight as she and her assistant ran to meet Dorothy half way.
Quatre followed the woman reluctantly. The photographer seemed intent on getting pictures of Dorothy and him together. He would have cared less for any of this. This was all the doing of his sisters. They wanted to throw their little brother the society wedding of the century. It made him hate them just a little. The thought comforted him as he was directed to take Dorothy?s hand. That was when it hit him.
The little jolts of energy that seemed to spark up and down his arm as her took her soft hand into his, was enough for him to look up at her. For the first time he seemed to notice that she had let down her guard for the first time in months. She was just a vulnerable little girl as she kept her eyes somewhat downcast. He could see past the make up and hair that deep down she was just a scared and lonely about this decision they had seem to make for themselves as a way to keep the peace that their friends had created for the world.
?They look so charming together,? Quatre could hear the side comments from newly gathered family and friends that seemed to congregate on the lawns as their pictures were being taken.
?They must love each other so much,? some of Quatre?s younger sister?s said with starry eyes.
?They will have beautiful children some day,? said some elderly guest that had gathered.
?Just a lot of bull,? Quatre thought as the photographer began to rearrange them for the next picture.
He did not know how he was going to survive the next few hours next to her. He would have to kill himself if the tension continued.
~*~
?This is going to be the death of me,? Dorothy murmured as she and Relena stood for pictures.
?Smile and take it like a women,? Relena murmured back.
?You can say that only because you married the man of your dreams,? Dorothy continued as they followed through the direction given to them.
?You were the one who agreed to this mission,? Relena said still smiling.
?Some best friend you are,? She said snidely.
?Just trying to help you out of the situation you got yourself into. If you still want to get out of this right now, I can have Duo pull the old pink limo around and you can escape now.? Relena gave her friend a concerned smile.
Dorothy sighed and then shook her head then stopped to pose for another picture.
?I made a promise, to you, to the remaining Romafellers, to Lady Une and even to Quatre to protect peace with this marriage. I want to keep this quiet peace you have created Relena and I know that this merging of old regime with the peacemakers will help keep it,? she said sadly.
Relena frowned and then placed a caring hand on Dorothy?s silk clad shoulder.
?Don?t do it because you feel obligated. Do it because you care so much,? she said silently and turned and left.
?If only you knew,? Dorothy thought as she began to follow the people towards the ceremony.
~*~
?And now I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Quatre Winner,? Trowa?s voice seemed to echo far beyond the microphone seemed to amplify his voice.
Dorothy seemed to follow the numb yet tentative lead that Quatre seemed to have as they made their grand entrance as man and wife. Just a marriage of convenience but those gathered here did not need to know that. All they saw was that they were happy, healthy and in love as all couples of the new era should be. They did not have a war to worry about and they were safe for years to come. But little did many of the guest gathered there today knew was that there was a war brewing between the two and had raged for what seemed like years.
As they walked to the dance floor, Dorothy finally got a good look at what all the planning she had done for this day. It was so beautiful she was in awe of the gold and silver motif that decorated the chairs, tables and flowers. It was definitely her fairy tale wedding yet she wished that the groom had felt the same way about her.
Quatre was shell shocked at how the Grand Ball room of the hotel had looked. The room was beautiful and sumptuous yet intimate and simple. Something that he could have never expected Dorothy could have pulled off in two months. She had put a lot of work in to today. He respected that she was trying for the marriage that she was willing to make the public believe. However what would she be like in their private life?
He let go of her hand as they reached the table and then looked down at his left hand quickly. The platinum band felt odd there. It was a physical symbolic connection he had to her now. There was nothing more or nothing less but soon he knew the time would come when his sisters and family called for an heir. He shook his hand out and then sat at the chair that had been reserved for him at the head table.
Dinner was served promptly yet neither Quatre nor Dorothy could enjoy it properly with their minds racing and emotions being left unchecked. It was not until the desert course that the speeches that were tradition seemed to arise from the guest. From Gella there was a touching and official welcome to the family for Dorothy. From Relena there were words of wisdom, and even Rashid said kind words of praise for the couple. Then, as tradition had dictated, it was the best man?s turn.
?I?ve been Quatre Winner?s greatest friend for almost six years now. He was a great fighter in the war and as true as any ally can be. It was he who taught me to be who I want to be,? there were some chirps and comments on the side from many of the guest.
?He?s now married to a strong if not violent woman who some say is the complete opposite from him,? there were snickers that cause Dorothy to drop her eyes slightly yet she returned them all with narrow eyes and evil stares.
?Yet these two found each other by the most unlikely circumstance and now they stand here today, declaring their love for each other,? Trowa finished with a slight smile.
Quatre brought his eyes down from Trowa and gazed at Dorothy whose gaze was more focused on her champagne glass then on Trowa. She was deep in thought and from what he could see it was getting harder for her to mask those emotions that Trowa seemed to trigger. What did he do to her to make her crack under the weight?
?So it is with great pleasure that I make this toast, to wish them joy, happiness and above all, love. To the Bride and Groom,? He said raising the champagne glass high and the guests followed.
?To the Bride and Groom,? the guest applauded.
?Now on with the dancing,? Duo shouted and earned him a slap from Hilde.
Quatre led Dorothy down from the main tables and on to the dance floor. She had let her hair down and was now wearing a jewelled headband in place of the tiara. She looked confident yet the usual icy blue stare was betraying all her thoughts. Even Dorothy knew it after she had caught her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom.
?So what do we do now?? Quatre found himself asking as they danced lazy circles around the floor.
She was quiet for a moment as she contemplated the situation.
?We go on with our lives I guess,? she responded.
?But our lives are so different,? he countered.
?But it?s all we can do,? she replied.
?We could do better?? he found himself questioning.
?However better is not something we do well Quatre,? she said slowly.
?You?re right,? he said defeated.
?Your life and mine are not really that compatible. I live here on earth and you on the L4 cluster where your business is.?
"I would never ask you to leave the life here,?
?Nor could I ask you to leave your life in the colonies,? she said with a sad smile.
?Then I guess we have reached and impasse,? he said sarcastically.
?I suggest that after Greece, we go our separate ways that way it makes it easier,? she said sadly averting his eyes.
Quatre found himself confused and looking at Dorothy like she was a stranger from another universe.
?Make what easier??
?Our lives, I guess. We appear together when need be but then we go our separate ways. It just means that we don?t have to be around each other that much only when it?s convenient,? she replied.
?Dorothy make what easier,? he found himself repeating.
She was silent and she listened as the song changed to a soft waltz and that other couples had joined the two on the floor.
?Quatre tell me that you will never forget me,? her whisper barely registering over the loudness of the orchestra that was playing. Quatre strained to hear it.
?Why?? he questioned.
?Just say you will,? she said still silent and slow.
He nodded his head, ?I will never forget you.?
?Thank you,? she said and then let a small yet brilliant smile light her face.
It was so beautiful that Quatre found himself joining in and smiling as well.
~*~
?I?ll call you when I get in,? Dorothy found herself telling Relena as they stood in the hot tarmac of the airport.
?Don?t worry if you forget,? Relena could not help herself from winking and then giggling.
Dorothy just rolled her eyes and then hugged the woman who had seemed only to understand her for who she was, no matter how their relationship had begun.
?I expect a little niece or nephew soon or latter,? Gella told Dorothy as she said their goodbyes to the rest of the family gathered around the small luxury plane.
?Don?t worry about nieces and nephews right now,? Quatre said sarcastically.
Dorothy just looked distant at the comment. Quatre cast a questioning look but Dorothy quickly snapped from her trance and then her determined look reappeared.
?We still have to decide how it will work out,? was the excuse that Dorothy seemed to sputter out.
Quatre watched her as she seemed to give out half-hearted wishes of joy and thanks. She quickly disappeared onto the plane leaving Quatre standing on the tarmac.
?Remember that it takes time to crack one so jaded as she,? he heard the raspy voice of Trowa behind him.
Quatre cast his blue eyes toward the clown and gave his friend a half hearted smile. Trowa returned the smile and gave his friend a final salute as he watched the Arabian follow his wife onto the jet.
?Just have faith? he thought as the plane began to embark on its journey.
TBC?
A/N: Well that?s the cliff-hanger for all you who have been diligently reading my fan fiction. Hope you enjoyed and I hope to see you in chapter 7.
Toodles ~ Engrish Spy
