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Be My (a Day created by a Card Company)

Chapter 3: A Happy _________’s Day to you all! (Must not say it!)

By: J.B. Santiago

  - Earth – 7:38pm 14th of February A.C. 201

Duo walked up and down the hallway again, pausing to glare at Room 4011 in the Grand Hyatt before continuing his checking of the parameters.  He hadn’t heard a peep from the informant in Room 4011 and he wasn’t allowed contact with the person unless they initiated it first.  He sighed in frustration.  This was ridiculously stupid.  He hadn’t heard from Hilde and that was never a good thing.  He hoped she hadn’t gone into a frenzied madness and burnt all his stuff.  Although he knew he deserved it.  She was the best thing to happen to him and he kept disappointing her.  He leaned against the wall next to a portrait of a field of red flowers.  What was he going to do to make it up to her? He’d ask Une for a long break so he could thoroughly make it up to Hilde.  Maybe he could – his thoughts were interrupted by a static beep and he brought the walkie-talkie to his mouth.

“Falcon to Eagle.  Falcon to Eagle.”

Duo pressed the ‘talk’ button, “Eagle to Falcon.  What seems to be the problem?”

“We have a breach in level 8, Room 2011.  Advise on move.”  A Preventer in the control van outside replied.

Duo glanced at the door of Room 4011.  Oh what the hell.  “Ok.  I’ll check it out.  Eagle out.”  He turned off the walkie-talkie and pressed the down arrow for the lifts.  Level eight was only three levels down.  Besides he wanted to do something than just stand around a door all day.  He was missing out on Hilde for this, might as well bag a baddie.

The concierge led Hilde to a lift and gave her a key.  Level 11, Room 4011.  Hilde looked at the key, wondering what Duo was doing at the moment.  Shaking her head she gritted her teeth and steeled her determination.  I will NOT think of that braided baka.  I WILL have fun tonight.  I will NOT think of his happy, violet eyes.  I will NOT think of how he can make love all night.  I will NOT think – oh, dammit!  I’m thinking about him again!  Hilde slapped herself and shook her head vigorously.  The lift, chimed opened to reveal Level 11.  Hmm…now where was Room 4011?  She walked slowly up and around the corner of the hallway not noticing another lift opening.

Duo shook his head.  False alarm.  Ha, my foot false alarm…!  He would have to have a ‘chat’ with that Preventer who had sent him down to Level 8, Room 2011.  He had knocked down a door that had two very…ummm…amorous people obviously enjoying their Valentine’s Day.  The lift chimed and opened, stepping out and about to walk to Room 4011 again he caught sight a foot.  A dainty, tanned high- heeled foot that disappeared around the bend where Room 4011 was.  I can’t believe this!  That bloody informant was going to get some!  Like hell he was.  Duo charged around the bend and came face to face with the door closing in his face.  Muttering under his breath he took out the master key and turned the lock…

Hilde entered Room 4011 and let out an astonished gasp.  The whole place was covered in red roses.  Roses in vases, roses decorated on the curtains, rose petals on the king-sized bed, rose petals showered all over the floor.  Rose tinted candles burnt slowly giving the whole room an intoxicating perfume and perfect romantic lighting.  “Oh my…” Hilde stood dumbfounded in the centre of the room.  There had obviously been a mistake.  The concierge must have given her the wrong key.  Whoever this was meant for, they had Hilde extremely jealous.  She turned back to the door only to see it open…

“HILDE?!”

“DUO!?”  They stood there shocked to see the other.  Hilde recovered first.  She barrelled straight into Duo’s chest hugging him tightly to her.  “Duo!  You big lug!  You planned this all along!  How’d you get Une to help you?!  OH MY GOD!!  I LOVE YOU!  This is – this is - ” Hilde smiled a huge smile, tears shining in her blue eyes, “ – perfect.”  She kissed him then, Duo kicking the door closed and carrying Hilde onto the rose covered bed. 

“I love you too, Hilde-babe,” Duo breathed out after they broke apart.  “Happy Valentine’s Day!”  And then he began to closely examine the skin under Hilde’s bright red cocktail dress.  He thanked whoever did all of this and hoped no informant was going to walk in on them as he lost himself in Hilde’s embrace. 

The concierge nodded to a person on the vid-phone.  “Yes everything has gone as planned.”

The person on the vid-phone smiled and nodded, before cutting the connection.  The concierge sighed to himself; he’d always liked Valentine’s Day.

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  - Earth – 8:05pm 14th of February A.C. 201

Wufei watched as Sally sat patiently, a waiter pouring her a drink as she glanced at her watch, checking the time.  A huge fern pot plant hid him.  He was going to stay here and watch Sally squirm, as he didn’t appear.  Serves you right, onna, for making me waste time on finding out who sent that blasted e-mail.  A waiter came up to him but he waved him off, not wanting to be disturbed as he waited for that woman to crumble as she waited for him.  His eyebrows shot up and his eyes grew wider in disbelief as he saw a man, a Preventer he recognised from the Accounting Department, came up to Sally and kiss her on the cheek.  They seemed to be talking and he sat down in the chair opposite Sally.  Wufei sputtered in outrage!  That MAN was holding her hand and giving her a long stemmed red rose!  He saw Sally laugh, lightly, accepting the flower and smiling sweetly at the man.  What was going on?!  He was supposed to be the one sitting there!  Then a thought dawned on him.  That onna had wanted him to come and see that she had someone!  The injustice of it all!  Well Wufei Chang wasn’t going to stand for it!  He grabbed a glass pitcher being carried by a waiter and stalked over to Sally’s table.  He didn’t notice a foot stick out and he tripped over it, the glass pitcher flying up into the air and landing with a thud on his back, causing water and broken glass to spill everywhere.  He looked up to see Sally staring down, concerned at him.

“Are you ok, Wufei?”

He stood up defensively ignoring the pain in his back.  “Of course onna!”  Waiters milled around him cleaning the mess he had made.  They left him well alone since he was glaring angrily at everyone in the restaurant.

“Uhh…Well it was good to see you again Sally,” The Preventer nodded to Sally then nodded to Wufei. “Wufei.  Have a nice night you two.”

Sally nodded and thanked the man who left, leaving Wufei staring at his retreating form and Sally’s twitching smile.

“Why don’t you sit down, Wufei.  You’re a few minutes late, but I don’t mind.”

Wufei sat cautiously.  What the hell was going on?  “Why did your date just leave?”

Sally raised an elegant eyebrow.  “Date?  Rich wasn’t my date, he was supposed to meet someone and they didn’t show, so he gave me the rose instead.  Besides you asked me out, silly!”  She smiled, laughingly at him, the lights of the restaurant lit up her eyes and cheeks.

“What are you talking about, onna?!  I did no such thing!” He huffed, still glaring at her.  She was making fun of him!

Sally then laughed.  She shook her head, “No you did.  See?”  She took out a red piece of paper that read, ‘Sally meet me at Chez Martius, 8pm.  Wufei.’  He stared at the paper, just like the one he had received; the writing very similar. 

He shook his head taking out a very similar card.  “No you sent me a card, telling me to come here.  I traced an e-mail that told me to open the card and it came from YOU!”  He huffed in pride; she wasn’t going to trick him on this!

Sally looked at the almost identical red cards, the writing very similar and laughed.  Wufei gave her a confused angry look,  “What’s so funny?!”

“I think we’ve been duped.” She studied the writing, “…hmmm…do you think Lady Une did this?”

The anger seeping out of him, he too studied the writing.  Lady Une wasn’t known for being a joker.  She wouldn’t set all of this up, would she?  Wufei studied the writing more closely.  “By Gods…I think it is her handwriting!  I can’t believe she set us up!”

A waiter chose that moment to come up to them.  “Are you ready to order, ma’am and sir?”

Sally was about to say ‘no’, this place was expensive and Wufei didn’t seem too thrilled to be here, so better to get out of an awkward situation, when the maitre’d came up to them.  “Good evening, sir, madam.  I would just like to inform you that whatever you order, it has already been paid in full.  Please enjoy the hospitality and fine cuisine at Chez Martius.”

The two stared at each other.  Sally speaking up, “Well if it’s all paid for, why not?”  She glanced at Wufei who grunted ‘yes’ in response.  She nodded to the waiter and he gave them two menus before leaving to wait on another table.  She stole a glance from behind her menu at her irate partner.  He was so cute when he was trying to control his anger.  She silently thanked Une for setting this up.  It would be nice for Wufei and her to be together for another reason besides work…and maybe it could become something more.  She smiled and went back to the menu and its outrageous prices.  Wufei glanced sideways at her from his menu.  She was dressed in a black spaghetti strapped dress, showing off her strong shoulders and creamy skin.  Wufei cleared his throat and went back to the menu.  Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Sally.”  She looked up and met Wufei’s stare right in the eyes. 

“Yes?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”  Then he went back to staring at the menu. 

Sally smiled at him.  “You too.  You too.”

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 - L3 – 8:10pm 14th of February A.C. 201

‘Where is she?’  Trowa sat, trying not to fidget with the tablecloth.  He didn’t feel comfortable wearing such formal clothes, but a tie or bow tie was compulsory in a place like La Mirage.  What was making it worse was that Catherine was thirty minutes late.  ‘C’mon Cathie, where are you?’  The red roses he had gotten her looked like they were beginning to wilt from the heat of the candles.  Or maybe that was just his imagination.  Like when he thought he saw Midii waltz past him with some brute of a man.  He groaned inwardly.  ‘Great he was getting jealous over a man who was dancing with someone who looked similar to Midii.’  He motioned for a waiter, asking where there was a phone.  The waiter directed him to a door next to the kitchen leading to the restrooms.  Trowa fished out a keycard and swiped it down next to the vid-phone.  An automated message came up, “You have $11 and 13 cents credit left…Number?”

He punched in Cathie’s trailer number and waited for it to connect. 

“Trowa!”  Cathie’s face illuminated the screen.  “Sorry, little brother, I just got back!  I’ll be there soon, Sorry!”

Trowa just nodded, giving his sister a tight smile.  “Sure.  That’s ok.  I’ll see you then.”

Midii Une clenched her hands into fists.  She needed to stop wringing her bag or the handle would fall off.  Standing in the foyer of La Mirage, she waited as the restaurateur checked the list for her name.  “Ah, yes.  Right this way, Miss Une.”  The man led her to a table with a dozen red roses placed precariously on the round table.  She thanked the man as he pulled out her chair for her and left.  She glanced at her watch, Cathie had told her to meet her here at 8:15pm.  A girl’s night out on Valentine’s Day.  Why not? She had thought, it wasn’t like a certain emerald eyed, funky brown haired man was going to sweep her off her feet on Valentine’s Day.  She had given up on that hope, when she realised he couldn’t forgive her for what she had done all those years ago.  A silent tear slid down her cheek, unnoticed as it fell onto her light violet strapless dress.  She gently touched one of the rose petals, thinking of lost chances…

Trowa had pushed the swinging door only to stop and stand there, looking at the table he had just left.  There she was.  Midii Une, petite and dangerous at the same time.  Her blond hair glowed in the candlelight.  He could see only the left side of her face and she seemed to be staring at the roses.  What was she doing here?  More specifically what was she doing at his table?  He blinked a few times, ready to stride over there and tell her that she wasn’t supposed to be there, when he noticed it.  A tear.  A single tear slid down her smooth cheek, the candlelight causing it to glisten like a falling star.  He didn’t realise he was holding his breath as he exhaled loudly.  She truly was beautiful.  He walked up to her silently, placing a strong but gentle hand on her shoulder.  She turned to look up and her eyes widened at whom she saw.

“Trowa?!”  She blushed as he sat down, not taking his hand off her shoulder.

“Midii.  Here.”  He lent in close to her, wiping her tears with a tissue.

Midii tried to stop her face from turning into an unflattering shade of red but his close proximity, his sensual voice and his scent was definitely not helping her achieve that.  “Th-thanks…ummm…I’m meeting Catherine here.”  She leaned as far back from him as she could and he finally let go of her shoulder much to her disappointment.

Trowa gave her a small smile, “So am I.”

For the second time that night, Midii Une was surprised.  “You’re meeting Catherine here, too?  She told me that she was going to treat me to a girl’s night out…”

“I was going to treat her for being such a great sister to me.” Trowa said wryly.  “I never knew Cathie had it in her to be devious.”

The truth dawned on her, and she smiled at him sadly.  “She set us up.”  Glancing at Trowa she looked at the flowers, “I guess then I’ll just leave now.  Sorry for wasting your time, Trowa.”  She stood up and walked towards the entrance of the La Mirage.

Trowa watched her leave, then looked at the dozen long stemmed roses on the table.

“You idiot! Go after her!”  A waiter nodded in the direction of the entrance.  “Go!  Don’t let that one get away!” 

He normally didn’t like being called names but he let this one slide, grabbed the roses and ran out of the restaurant.  Looking wildly around him he saw a blond figure in a light violet dress get into a car and drive off.  It stopped at a traffic light and Trowa with so many years of training gracefully ran, jumped and somersaulted onto the idle car, landing on the hood.

Midii bit down a shriek as she saw Trowa holding roses, jump onto the hood of her car.  She quickly got out and rushed to him.  “Trowa!  Are you ok?”

He just gave her another one of those delectable smiles of his and handed her the roses.  “You forgot these.  Happy Valentine’s Day, Midii.”  He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the mouth, no pressure added, more like a touch of two lips but Midii flushed anyway.  ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed,’ she thought as she pulled his head closer to her and gave him a proper Valentine’s Kiss, ignoring the honks and whistles of cars and passers-by, as they kissed in the middle of the road.

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  - Earth – 8:30pm 14th of February A.C. 201

Oww.  Oww.  Ouch.  Relena didn’t dare open her eyes.  I’m never drinking again.  Ever.  She felt someone lean in close to her, blocking out the light and she cautiously open her eyes.  Heero was leaning close to her, their noses almost touching.  Relena’s eyes shot open.  Oohh…It was THIS dream.  She liked this dream.  She smiled at Heero, “I love you too, He-chan.  Now make passionate love to me all night.” She said expecting the headache to disappear since she was dreaming after all.  Heero just gave her an indifferent look.  ‘That wasn’t right’ she thought, Heero was supposed to take her up in her arms now and sweep her off her feet, now.

Heero just continued to look at her, moving back and giving her a glass and a small tablet.  “Here.  This will clear your hangover.”

‘Well this has never happened in my dreams before…unless’ Relena narrowed her eyes at Heero, “I’m not dreaming am I?”

“No, you are not.  We are at the Cinq Palace.  I flew you over here when you passed out in the bar at Hotel Ibiza.” Heero smirked at her.

“I told you not to follow me!”  Hiding her embarrassed face with her hair, she quickly focused on being angry at him, instead of feeling like an idiot for saying ‘make passionate love to me’ and passing out in some bar in Ibiza.

“If I hadn’t followed you, you could have been kidnapped or worse.  I don’t need you to stop thinking clearly.”  He was chastising her! Relena just glared at him.  Heero held up the glass of water and tablet.  “Take it.”

She continued to glare at him.  Sighing after minutes past and he had stared her down she reluctantly took the tablet, gulping down the water.  Heero just ‘hn’d’ and left her alone in her room.  She stayed in her stiff posture for a few more minutes before slouching down into the soft pillows.  He was right, though she loathed to admit it.  The only reason she had gone to that blasted island was to get away from him and his we-can-only-be-friends attitude.  It was his fault she fell for him!  Relena smiled ruefully and shook her head.  I sound stupid, even to myself.  Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the maids came in.

“Ma’am, dinner is ready.”  She curtsied politely.

Dinner?  He wants me to eat dinner?  Relena shook her head.  “No, Mellie.  I don’t think I’ll have dinner tonight.”  Her stomach growled in protest but she ignored it.

“But, you have to come to dinner!”  Mellie blurted out, flailing her arms to the door.  “You have to!”

Relena was about to rebut when she shrugged.  Why not?  The only thing she could do was make an even bigger fool of herself.  “Ok, Mellie, I’ll be right down.”

Mellie nodded happily and practically skipped out of the bedroom.  Relena wrote that off as her maid having too much to drink on this ‘merry’ holiday.  Merry, ha!  Slowly walking downstairs, her hangover disappearing slowly with the help of that tablet.  She reached the hallway only to sneeze as the aroma of scented jasmine candles hit her.  “Jasmine…?”

“They were out of lilacs so I got jasmine.”

Relena turned to see Heero, standing there wearing a black tux with a red bow tie that had little kisses on it.  She opened her mouth and closed it again.  She did this for a few moments as she took in what was behind Heero; her dining room had been transformed into a red and pink wonderland of flowers, candles, strawberries in cream and heart-shaped chocolate pieces adorning the plates and cutlery. 

Heero just smirked at her.  “You’re doing a wonderful imitation of a fish, Relena.”

Relena just stared at him in amazement.  Then she slapped herself.  Again and again until Heero, eyebrows raised, grabbed her hand.  “Stop that.”

“Stop that?! Ha!  This is a dream!  Bloody pill must have knocked me out because this -,” Relena indicated the room and Heero, “- is impossible.”

“Well it wouldn’t be so impossible if you hadn’t gone to Ibiza.”  Heero answered back coldly, dropping his hand from his.

“What?” Her hangover was slowly disappearing only to be replaced by an irrational anger at Heero who seemed (the operative word) to be trying to romance her.

“I had planned an entire day together and then you went troppo and got on a plane to Ibiza!” Heero glared at her.  This was what he got for trying to be romantic?! He might as well never try again!

Relena was about to retort something back when his words registered in her mind.  ‘He had planned an entire day for them? Why?’  She blinked at him.  Then a smile slowly crept up her face until she was fully grinning and laughing.

Heero looked on unamused.  “What is so funny?”  Now she was laughing at him?  He would never understand her!

Relena wiped the tears from her eyes, still grinning, “Oh Heero.”  Shaking her head she grabbed his hands and dragged him down until they were eye level.  “Thanks for the Valentine’s Day…surprise.”  She closed her eyes and kissed him; maybe it was the alcohol still in her system, maybe it was the romantic setting in her dining room or maybe it was that the one person she had pined about was actually trying romance her, that had given her enough courage to finally kiss him but she was glad for all of it.  Panting a little bit as they parted she grinned, “Let’s eat!” and she plucked one of the strawberries and placed it into his mouth before he could say anything.  Tonight was a start.  Yes it would be the start of something wonderful.

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- Colony XZ-252 – 9:00pm 14th of February A.C. 201

She couldn’t believe this.  It had been THREE hours.  THREE long hours since she had stepped into this God forsaken resource station.  FIVE hours since she had gotten off the shuttle and stepped onto this God forsaken Colony.  Dorothy kicked the wall for good measure.  Quatre wisely didn’t say anything as he sat on the opposite wall from her.  Wimp.  A cute wimp…but a wimp anyhow!  Calm, Dorothy, calm.  You’ve lost your temper too many times in front of him.  Stop giving him reasons to talk to you.  She glared at Quatre who seemed to be studying the floor.  Fine then, she preferred he didn’t talk to her.  Crossing her arms in front of her she sat on the opposite wall to him and stared at the ceiling.  Three hours wearing a God forsaken ripped dress and his wonderful smelling warm jacket…stop that!  She mentally berated herself for such thoughts.  However a small smile made it way to her face before she could stop it as she remembered why she was wearing his jacket…

         Earlier that evening…(6:20pm)

Dorothy refrained from strangling the security guard at the resource satellite as he fidgeted with the numerous keys in his hand.  Quatre had driven them to the Colony jail only to find out that Bethany and her ‘friend’ were being held at the resource station where they had been caught.  So they drove to the resource station, Quatre apologising to no end and Dorothy dutifully ignoring his friendly words.  Now they were waiting for this God forsaken guard to open the security lift to the level Bethany was on.  The man finally found the right key and the lift doors opened. 

“Here you are sir.”  He handed a keypass that would open the level Bethany was on to Quatre who gratefully took it and thanked his employee.  The doors closed and Dorothy and Quatre were alone as the lift went up several levels.  Quatre tried to strike up some conversation, “Miss Dorothy, if you don’t mind me asking, how is Bethany related to you?”  He knew she was her cousin but well, it was a conversation starter.

“We’re first cousins.  Our mothers were sisters.  I was born two years before - ” Dorothy was cut short as the lift lurched to a stop, sending her falling into his embrace.    She steadied herself, pushing away from Quatre’s arms, calming her features as she stared at him indifferently. “I doubt that was supposed to happen.”

Quatre nodded in concern.  He hadn’t minded one bit when she was in he arms…but that wasn’t the pressing issue at the moment.  He pressed the up arrow a few times before he reached for the emergency phone.  “Hello?  This is Quatre Winner.  My lift has stopped.  What seems to be the problem?”

A voice boomed out of the elevator speakers.  “Mr Winner, sorry for the inconvenience but there’s been a malfunction in sector 211 and sector 004.  They’ve automatically shut down all the lifts and - ” The voice was cut short.

“Hello?  Hello?” Quatre spoke into the phone, receiving only static.  “Hello?  Can anyone hear me?”

The lights suddenly turned off and the emergency lights turned on.  It gave the lift an eerie orange glow.  “Mr Win-r, Se-ter- 1-5, 2-4 and lev-ls 2,9,5, hav- shut do-.”  The speakers blared out the broken message.  “We wi-l he-p yo- as soon as poss-le.”  With that communication died down, not even static was heard.  Quatre began to dismantle the wall, revealing lots of tiny coloured wires.  He tinkered with it for ten minutes stopping when he noticed Dorothy hadn’t said anything.

Dorothy on the outside was calm as she stared at the speakers in the ceiling.  Inside she was screaming.  NO! NO!  This is NOT happening! This is NOT happening!  Oh God!  Stuck in a God forsaken lift with that infuriating blond pacifist!…He’s cute when his thinking hard…STOP that! Her calm façade breaking slightly as she hit her forehead with her palm.  She closed her eyes and counted to ten slowly in Latin.  Opening her eyes she saw Quatre’s aquamarine eyes staring at her with that all too cute concerned look he had down pat.

“Are you ok, Miss Dorothy?”

‘Of course I’m ok!  I’m peachy!  I’m stuck in a lift with the person that confuses me the most, on some desolate resource satellite, because my cousin got arrested for taking pictures!’  As she boiled inside, outwardly she gave him an indifferent nod and said in her sweet voice that hid the sarcastic tones underneath. “Yes, of course.”  She pointed upwards to a small square vent that led to the wires that worked the lifts.  “Do you think if we get up there we could somehow get onto an actual floor?”

Quatre examined what she was pointing at.  It was a small vent; he had filled out quite well over the years and couldn’t possibly be able to fit through it.  He glanced at Dorothy who had a determined look on her face.  She would be able to fit, even if it would be a tight squeeze. Not that her body wasn’t well toned or anything.  Quatre blushed. He was apologising to Dorothy in his head for something he had thought about.  Shaking his head he said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to fit but you could if you want to try.  Maybe we should wait a few minutes before we do anything.”

She couldn’t wait any longer.  She had never been one to just sit around and wait for something to happen.  She wanted to be the one initiating everything.  “I’m not the patient type, Mr Winner.”  She smirked at him and motioned for him to give her a boost up.  He obliged, lifting a stockinged foot as she placed her other foot on his shoulder.  She was wearing a dark red business suit and Quatre was having a hard time not trying to look at her shapely legs or thighs or…you get the drift.  Dorothy hit the vent with her high-heeled shoe, causing a dent in the metal.  She almost lost balance but Quatre grabbed onto her posterior to steady both of them.  Dorothy hit the vent harder this time and it gave way easily, a triumphant smile on her face as she pushed the annoying metal to the side.  She finally realised that Quatre’s hand was firmly planted on her backside.  “Mr Winner…Do you mind?”

Quatre blush almost matched her deep red business suit.  She smirked, hoisting herself up onto the top of the lift.  Emergency lights lit all the way up and she could see a keypad next to the conveyor belt that moved the lift.  A flashing red button in the middle of the keypad beckoned her.  Dorothy stared at the flashing red button.  ‘Oh what the hell.’  She had never been any good at listening to good advice, anyway.  She pressed the button and it stopped flashing, it now became a permanent red button. “Well that didn’t do anything.” She muttered to herself.

“Miss Dorothy, do you see anything?”  Quatre called below.

She was about to answer ‘no’ when the lift suddenly shook and lurched upwards, causing Dorothy to fall head first into the vent.  The lift stopped again, as Quatre caught Dorothy upside down, the inertia making them fall on their backs.  A very audible rip was heard and Dorothy felt a cold draft coming from the vent on her now skirt-less legs.  She looked up, not able to conceal the horror etched on her face as she saw her red skirt, hanging precariously on the sharp edge of the vent she had moved.  Quatre also noticed Dorothy’s state of undress and quickly offered her his jacket, looking anywhere but at her, his face a permanent shade of red.

         Back in the lift….(9:14pm)

It had nearly been three hours since that little ‘event’ and he had tried to talk to her while she had been downright rude to him.  Dorothy stared at the torn red dress she had thrown into a corner.  Why did he try so hard get to know her?  Why did she try so hard to distance herself from him?  These thoughts kept swirling around in her mind, she didn’t have an answer for either of them and a confused Dorothy Catalonia was not a good one.  Might as well find out the answer to one of those questions.

“Quatre, why do you try so hard?”

He turned to her surprised.  She hadn’t been responding to any of his questions and then suddenly she had asked him a question and had called him by his first name!  He must have been staring at her oddly because she huffed, “Yes, I called you by your first name.  We’ve been stuck in an elevator for three hours and my dress ripped in front of you.  I think formality has been thrown out the window.”

Quatre chuckled at that.  “Yes, I guess you’re right.  Why do I try so hard…? Why wouldn’t anyone not want to know you?  You are one of the most interesting people, maybe the most interesting person, I know.”

Dorothy raised an eyebrow, “So you think I’m some sort of science experiment?”

Quatre’s eyes widened.  “No! No, I didn’t mean it like that…Why is it so hard for you to see that not everyone is trying to get you to do something for them.”

“You really are naïve.  Everyone wants something from someone else.  That is a fact of life.”

He sighed in resignation.  “Ok, maybe people do want something from someone else…”

“Then what do you want from me?” asked Dorothy, a smug feeling coming over her.

“What I want from you…I want to know you.  I want to know why you constantly put out this ice bitch façade.  I want to know why you like the colour gold.  I want to know what you like to read and eat and watch on TV.  I want to know every little detail about you because I want to have you as a friend…” He trailed off not adding ‘…maybe even more than a friend…’

She sat there quietly contemplating everything he had said.  She didn’t look at him and Quatre thought maybe she was ignoring him, that’s why he jumped a little when she spoke, since a whole lot of time had gone by.  “I like the colour gold because…I love a golden sunset.”

Quatre smiled at her and she gave him a genuine smile, not smirking or condescending but a real smile.  He moved to sit next to her and they began to talk.

   - In a lift at resource station on Colony XZ-252 – 8:29am 15th of February A.C. 201 -  

Quatre stirred as he felt the lift jerk back to life, slowly climbing to the floor they were supposed to have gone the night before.  He watched Dorothy breath, leaning heavily on his shoulder.  She looked like an angel…A fallen angel when she was awake, he mused.  He didn’t want to wake her but the doors would open soon and he doubted she would like to be caught asleep in front of anyone.  “Dorothy.  Dorothy, wake up.  We’re moving.”

Dorothy blinked sleep filled eyes at Quatre; a smile broke out onto her face when she saw his normally mussed hair standing on end.  She giggled and placed a hand on his head trying to flatten it out.  Quatre muttered a ‘ha ha’ and helped her up.  She shifted her clothes and his jacket that was tightly tied around her waist.  The lift doors opened and they stepped into the floor expecting to see workers milling around everywhere.  Nothing.  Not a single person greeted them.  The only signs of life were a beeping from a vid-phone.  Dorothy without hesitation pressed the blinking red button (she would never learn).  An automated message came up. 

“You have one new message.”   Dorothy pressed the play button and Bethany’s face popped up.

“Hi Cuz!  Hi Quatre!  Just wanted to tell you that I’m not in jail!” Dorothy said in surprise, “What?!” but the pre-recorded message continued on.  “I thought since your so uptight about everything that all you needed was a nice trip to a colony with a hunky ‘friend’,” Bethany winked and made quotation marks with her hands, “and I so know you’ve been hung up on Mr Winner, so I thought well he owns a colony, he’s perfect!  Don’t worry Mr Winner, your resource satellite is fine, your sisters helped me with the whole stopping the elevator thing!”  Bethany stopped and giggled.  Dorothy turned an angry red and gripped onto the bench in front of her, her knuckles turning white.  Bethany’s continued on, “Oh! And don’t feel bad, Dory!  I also helped set up a few other matches as well…although yours was the most extravagant!”  Dorothy watched the vid-phone in disbelief as Lady Une and Catherine Bloom waved to her and said ‘hi.’  Bethany’s face came back on, “Anyways Dory, Happy belated Valentine’s Day!  Hugs and Kisses!”  She blew kisses at Dorothy then the connection was cut.

Dorothy stared at the blank screen, sputtering incoherently.  When she found where her God forsaken cousin had gone she would wring her neck and – she turned around about to yell at the one person who was there but he stopped her in mid word as his lips pressed against hers.  They parted shortly after and Dorothy looked at Quatre in surprise.  He just smiled at her coyly.

“Happy belated Valentine’s Day, Dorothy.”

She stood rather dumbfounded but quickly recovered to pull on Quatre’s red tie covered in pink hearts.  As their lips were about to meet she whispered, “You too.” And they lost each other in a passionate embrace.  Mental note to self, thank cousin for a great Valentine’s Day gift.

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