...um... too early...
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lavandarlizard2Waaay too early... Friday... Either the day everybody lounges around doing nothing or the day all hell breaks loose and the inmates take over, just as a reminder that they *can*. I'm hoping for lounging myself...
Anyway, a bit more here...
And a small warning... This part as a whole isn't finished. Usually, I won't start posting something until it's finished, but this has been laughing at me for a week or two now, so I was hoping I could scare some cooperation out of it. No luck yet... Therefore, it may be a while before the next part appears. Or it could decide to roll over and give me a break. In any case, it *will* get finished, if I have to break out the baseball bat to make it happen. >.<
BFB - 082h - Wufei's Disaster
I don’t know how much sleep Wufei got; I know I didn’t get much, but at least it was better than the night before.
However long he’d been asleep, I discovered that he wasn’t going to be awake any time soon when he didn’t so much as twitch when I climbed out of the recliner. I thought about leaving him where he was; it was already warm and he was curled into a dragony ball under the comforter.
The thing is, that chair is sometimes contrary. You have to think heavy to make it stay reclined when only one person is in it. I guess neither of us are heavy enough alone. He would be okay as long as he didn’t move, I thought, until I got out of the shower, so I hurried off to clean up.
To my relief, he was right where I’d left him when I came back, so I scooped him up and carried him to his room to tuck him into his own bed. He grumbled a little, probably at the cold sheets, but curled around the extra pillow readily enough.
I had to go to the office; I’d spent the previous day worrying over the idiot dragon, but I left a note hovering in midair to tell him where I was, and for him to *not* leave the apartment until I got home. I didn’t want him taking off in the bad weather again.
I was a little surprised to find Duo in the office and being thoroughly examined by Tiffany and Inazuma. Estaban was at his own desk, just looking thoughtful. Sometimes, I wonder about him, but not right now.
Right now, my attention was all for Duo.
“Trowa! Where’s Wufei?” he cried the moment he saw me.
Okay, I should have been prepared for that. “Um... He’s kind of... you know... I thought he should rest today,” I said hesitantly.
Duo’s bright eyes clouded over. “He’s not... avoiding me, is he? I’m not mad; I don’t remember a thing. I already told him that!” he exclaimed.
“I don’t think...” I began, but he continued as if I’d not spoken.
“Heero’s still being a hardass, but dammit, it’s *my* face! Look! Mistress Loquinn even took away that scar I had. So, I’m *not* mad! Please tell him that, Trowa. Please?”
Finally, I got an opening. “Duo, he didn’t sleep night before last, and he had a hard time last night, so I just let him sleep this morning.” Close enough to the truth to distract the Banshee, I hoped.
“Oh,” he said as if startled. “Well, that’s okay then.”
Estaban snorted. “It’s not always about you, Duo,” he laughed.
Tiffany gave him a look, but didn’t say anything.
To me he said, “He’s been going on and on about Wufei being upset, like it’s the end of the world. Wufei is always upset about *something*; he’s the king of drama queens!”
True as that may be, it kind of irritated me that he was being so... derisive? I guess that’s one of the things that make me wonder about him. He does this kind of off-the-wall thing every so often; just jumps into a conversation or a situation with an attitude that would make Wufei look like Pollyanna. It’s always kind of hit and run too; before you can gather your wits to make a reply, he’s dropped it and gone on to something else.
True to form, I was still blinking, trying to shift gears to defend Wufei somehow, when Moira stood up from her desk, slamming a book down angrily.
“God *damn* it!” she yelled. “What the hell is your problem?! Did Portia cut you off again? You have been on the rag for three days now, and I am sick and damn tired of it! If you’re not going to be supportive, then just *shut the hell up*!”
Okay; first thing here. Moira does not yell. Ever. She also does not fawn over people or make excuses for bad behavior. She and Wufei had traded insults every bit as often as Wufei and Heero do, but it’s always a mutual thing and never descends into pettiness. Childish? Well... maybe, but not meanly childish. She and Wufei knew each other at Hogwarts; that has a lot to do with it.
And rather than wait for Estaban to respond, she stalked across the room and out the door, muttering under her breath about *stupid* men. We all stared after her, mostly in astonishment.
Finally, after at least two minutes of silence, Tiffany swung around to glare at Estaban. “You,” she declared ominously, “are an idiot.” She pointed at the file cabinets. “That’s your job for the rest of the week.”
Estaban swallowed whatever he was about to say and turned away to the mountainous pile of filing.
Have I ever mentioned how much we all hate to file?
Duo looked slightly stunned; I’m not sure if it was because of Estaban’s lack of sympathy for the Were-Dragon, or Moira’s explosion. But Duo is a kind-hearted creature; I’m fairly sure he’s never held a grudge, except maybe against the Matriarch of his Clan, and who could blame him for that.
I moved in to give him a hug and he hugged me back.
“Trowa, he’s okay, isn’t he?” he whispered against my collarbone. “He came to the infirmary yesterday afternoon and talked with Heero, but he wouldn’t accept my forgiveness. Said he wasn’t worthy or some crap like that.”
I don’t lie to Duo. Sometimes I have to edit what I say, but I don’t actually lie. “I think he’s just really scared at what happened.” I thought about it a little while Duo stood in my embrace. “Maybe... Maybe something else is going on, too. I don’t know. He’ll be okay, though. Wufei’s tough.” I held him away from me and smiled at his hopeful look. “Maybe even as tough as you.”
He punched me lightly on the bicep. “You are so full of shit,” he grinned.
“Who is full of shit?” Heero stood in the doorway shrugging out of his cloak.
Whoa. Talk about timing... What would have happened if he had walked in while Duo was in my arms? The mind just... boggles.
“Trowa is,” Duo laughed. “He’s trying, in his own unique round-about way, to convince me that I’m a strong masterful person.”
Heero eyed me dubiously. “Masterful?”
I shrugged, really hoping he wasn’t going to take it the wrong way. “Well, competent. You know; confident and in control.” He raised one eyebrow and smirked. I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Hn. I would have to agree with that. The Banshee is very competent, alarmingly confident and quite often in control.” Duo snickered.
“Okay; now you’re both full of shit!” He bounced out of the room.
Heero looked around. “Where is Wufei?”
I couldn’t help sighing. “Heero, he didn’t come home that night. I think he was out in the rain all night. He finally showed up late last night. He was a mess. He didn’t get to sleep until after midnight, and he didn’t sleep well, so I didn’t try to wake him.”
Heero blinked slowly; I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Is he all right?”
“I think so,” I said slowly. “I think maybe he just really scared himself.”
“He’s seeing a psychologist.”
My jaw dropped. “He *what*?!”
“Either he gets his anger under control or his job is forfeit.”
Oh. My. God.
No wonder Wufei was so... so *fractured*. He must be utterly humiliated. Suddenly, I wanted to run home and check on him; make sure he was really okay. Get him to talk to me. Give him a hug.
But I couldn’t do that. He’d have a pissy dragon hissy-fit if I tried to fuss over him. But...
Heero laid his hand on my shoulder. “Check on him at lunchtime. If he doesn’t like it, tell him I ordered it.”
I nodded. “Thanks, Heero.”
My best friend, the immoveable object, will accept pretty much anything if it comes from Heero or Q as an order.
...tbc...
Anyway, a bit more here...
And a small warning... This part as a whole isn't finished. Usually, I won't start posting something until it's finished, but this has been laughing at me for a week or two now, so I was hoping I could scare some cooperation out of it. No luck yet... Therefore, it may be a while before the next part appears. Or it could decide to roll over and give me a break. In any case, it *will* get finished, if I have to break out the baseball bat to make it happen. >.<
BFB - 082h - Wufei's Disaster
I don’t know how much sleep Wufei got; I know I didn’t get much, but at least it was better than the night before.
However long he’d been asleep, I discovered that he wasn’t going to be awake any time soon when he didn’t so much as twitch when I climbed out of the recliner. I thought about leaving him where he was; it was already warm and he was curled into a dragony ball under the comforter.
The thing is, that chair is sometimes contrary. You have to think heavy to make it stay reclined when only one person is in it. I guess neither of us are heavy enough alone. He would be okay as long as he didn’t move, I thought, until I got out of the shower, so I hurried off to clean up.
To my relief, he was right where I’d left him when I came back, so I scooped him up and carried him to his room to tuck him into his own bed. He grumbled a little, probably at the cold sheets, but curled around the extra pillow readily enough.
I had to go to the office; I’d spent the previous day worrying over the idiot dragon, but I left a note hovering in midair to tell him where I was, and for him to *not* leave the apartment until I got home. I didn’t want him taking off in the bad weather again.
I was a little surprised to find Duo in the office and being thoroughly examined by Tiffany and Inazuma. Estaban was at his own desk, just looking thoughtful. Sometimes, I wonder about him, but not right now.
Right now, my attention was all for Duo.
“Trowa! Where’s Wufei?” he cried the moment he saw me.
Okay, I should have been prepared for that. “Um... He’s kind of... you know... I thought he should rest today,” I said hesitantly.
Duo’s bright eyes clouded over. “He’s not... avoiding me, is he? I’m not mad; I don’t remember a thing. I already told him that!” he exclaimed.
“I don’t think...” I began, but he continued as if I’d not spoken.
“Heero’s still being a hardass, but dammit, it’s *my* face! Look! Mistress Loquinn even took away that scar I had. So, I’m *not* mad! Please tell him that, Trowa. Please?”
Finally, I got an opening. “Duo, he didn’t sleep night before last, and he had a hard time last night, so I just let him sleep this morning.” Close enough to the truth to distract the Banshee, I hoped.
“Oh,” he said as if startled. “Well, that’s okay then.”
Estaban snorted. “It’s not always about you, Duo,” he laughed.
Tiffany gave him a look, but didn’t say anything.
To me he said, “He’s been going on and on about Wufei being upset, like it’s the end of the world. Wufei is always upset about *something*; he’s the king of drama queens!”
True as that may be, it kind of irritated me that he was being so... derisive? I guess that’s one of the things that make me wonder about him. He does this kind of off-the-wall thing every so often; just jumps into a conversation or a situation with an attitude that would make Wufei look like Pollyanna. It’s always kind of hit and run too; before you can gather your wits to make a reply, he’s dropped it and gone on to something else.
True to form, I was still blinking, trying to shift gears to defend Wufei somehow, when Moira stood up from her desk, slamming a book down angrily.
“God *damn* it!” she yelled. “What the hell is your problem?! Did Portia cut you off again? You have been on the rag for three days now, and I am sick and damn tired of it! If you’re not going to be supportive, then just *shut the hell up*!”
Okay; first thing here. Moira does not yell. Ever. She also does not fawn over people or make excuses for bad behavior. She and Wufei had traded insults every bit as often as Wufei and Heero do, but it’s always a mutual thing and never descends into pettiness. Childish? Well... maybe, but not meanly childish. She and Wufei knew each other at Hogwarts; that has a lot to do with it.
And rather than wait for Estaban to respond, she stalked across the room and out the door, muttering under her breath about *stupid* men. We all stared after her, mostly in astonishment.
Finally, after at least two minutes of silence, Tiffany swung around to glare at Estaban. “You,” she declared ominously, “are an idiot.” She pointed at the file cabinets. “That’s your job for the rest of the week.”
Estaban swallowed whatever he was about to say and turned away to the mountainous pile of filing.
Have I ever mentioned how much we all hate to file?
Duo looked slightly stunned; I’m not sure if it was because of Estaban’s lack of sympathy for the Were-Dragon, or Moira’s explosion. But Duo is a kind-hearted creature; I’m fairly sure he’s never held a grudge, except maybe against the Matriarch of his Clan, and who could blame him for that.
I moved in to give him a hug and he hugged me back.
“Trowa, he’s okay, isn’t he?” he whispered against my collarbone. “He came to the infirmary yesterday afternoon and talked with Heero, but he wouldn’t accept my forgiveness. Said he wasn’t worthy or some crap like that.”
I don’t lie to Duo. Sometimes I have to edit what I say, but I don’t actually lie. “I think he’s just really scared at what happened.” I thought about it a little while Duo stood in my embrace. “Maybe... Maybe something else is going on, too. I don’t know. He’ll be okay, though. Wufei’s tough.” I held him away from me and smiled at his hopeful look. “Maybe even as tough as you.”
He punched me lightly on the bicep. “You are so full of shit,” he grinned.
“Who is full of shit?” Heero stood in the doorway shrugging out of his cloak.
Whoa. Talk about timing... What would have happened if he had walked in while Duo was in my arms? The mind just... boggles.
“Trowa is,” Duo laughed. “He’s trying, in his own unique round-about way, to convince me that I’m a strong masterful person.”
Heero eyed me dubiously. “Masterful?”
I shrugged, really hoping he wasn’t going to take it the wrong way. “Well, competent. You know; confident and in control.” He raised one eyebrow and smirked. I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Hn. I would have to agree with that. The Banshee is very competent, alarmingly confident and quite often in control.” Duo snickered.
“Okay; now you’re both full of shit!” He bounced out of the room.
Heero looked around. “Where is Wufei?”
I couldn’t help sighing. “Heero, he didn’t come home that night. I think he was out in the rain all night. He finally showed up late last night. He was a mess. He didn’t get to sleep until after midnight, and he didn’t sleep well, so I didn’t try to wake him.”
Heero blinked slowly; I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Is he all right?”
“I think so,” I said slowly. “I think maybe he just really scared himself.”
“He’s seeing a psychologist.”
My jaw dropped. “He *what*?!”
“Either he gets his anger under control or his job is forfeit.”
Oh. My. God.
No wonder Wufei was so... so *fractured*. He must be utterly humiliated. Suddenly, I wanted to run home and check on him; make sure he was really okay. Get him to talk to me. Give him a hug.
But I couldn’t do that. He’d have a pissy dragon hissy-fit if I tried to fuss over him. But...
Heero laid his hand on my shoulder. “Check on him at lunchtime. If he doesn’t like it, tell him I ordered it.”
I nodded. “Thanks, Heero.”
My best friend, the immoveable object, will accept pretty much anything if it comes from Heero or Q as an order.
...tbc...
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Date: 2004-12-11 06:28 pm (UTC)Hah!
You try telling Chang Wufei what to do! I tried to tell him several parts back to get over Duo; does it look like he listened?
...perhaps it's time to get out the cattle prod...
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Date: 2004-12-12 05:55 am (UTC)