..ahhh... threats; ya gotta love 'em
Dec. 19th, 2004 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2They work quite well on hamsters and plot bunnies. Maybe we won't have hamster kabobs for christmas dinner after all. ^_^
What that means, is that I finally have a finish for this part. Are all the ends tied up neatly in a fluffy little bow? you ask. Oh, hell no! But... Well... You'll see.
BFB - 082j - Wufei's Disaster
The sound of jaws hitting the floor was deafening.
“*What*?!” yelled Trowa and Duo together. Both turned to stare at the Were-Dragon.
Wufei looked away, his face coloring. “It’s not that big a deal,” he muttered.
“Not that big a deal?!” yelped Trowa. “How is being a *Wizard* not a big deal?!”
“But I thought Magical Creatures couldn’t *be* Wizards!” That from Duo, who was staring at the wand in his hand as if expecting it to suddenly do something.
“I’m not a very good Wizard,” Wufei said sulkily. “Not like Mr Potter or Ms Grainger.”
“You’re a perfectly decent Wizard, Wufei,” sighed Heero coming into the room to take the wand from the Banshee's hand and return it to its owner. “Why are you making my week difficult? Stop feeling sorry for yourself and come back to work,” he said firmly.
Wufei looked away again. “Maybe I should just quit...”
“No!” cried Duo. “No! You can’t just leave! Fei, we need you!”
“Wufei,” growled Heero warningly. “Do not start that; not now, not today. I expect you at your desk tomorrow morning.”
“Dammit; is this because of what happened?!” yelled Duo. “And stop ignoring me!”
Both Dragons looked at him.
“I am not ignoring–“ began Heero, but Wufei interrupted him.
“Duo, I told you; I can’t just forget what I did! I can’t accept forgiveness yet!” He drew his legs up to wrap his arms around his knees. “If there hadn’t been a porter on hand... If Mistress Loquinn hadn’t gotten to you when she did...”
“But that is all *irrelevant*! There was and she did, and I’m *fine*! And I’m still waiting for *someone* to explain to me how a Magical Creature can be a Wizard! And why didn’t Trowa know about this? He’s your best friend, Wufei; how could you not tell him?!”
“Well, yeah,” agreed Trowa in an aggrieved tone. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Wufei grabbed two handfuls of his hair and tugged firmly in agitation. “Because it doesn’t matter!” he yelled. “I’m not some great all-powerful figure! I’m just a Were-Dragon with barely enough talent to pass the boards! That’s all! I have a wand! Big fuckin’ deal! On a good day I can make it rain rose petals! Nobody cares, dammit!” He dropped his head onto his knees. “It just... it’s just... nothing...” he whispered.
Heero Glared at him. “Stop that, worm. You would not be here if you or your talents were nothing.”
“Fuck off, Yuy; you hate me anyway.”
“Dammit, Chang–“
Duo blanched. “Tell him you don’t hate him, Heero,” he demanded anxiously, grabbing Heero’s arm. “Tell him you forgive him!”
Patiently, Heero took hold of Duo’s arms to look him square in the eyes. “Duo,” he began, “This isn’t about you; it’s about Wufei and his lack of control. He’s a Dragon *and* a Wizard, regardless of how good or bad a Wizard, and he has obligations.”
During this, Wufei had begun tapping himself on the head with the wand, muttering softly.
“What are you doing?” Trowa asked anxiously.
“Just wondering if I can curse myself with my own wand,” he replied listlessly.
“*Wufei*!” He grabbed for the wand and the two of them wrestled with it.
“Heero!”
“Duo, I *can’t*!”
Duo let go of Heero’s arm, eyes wide and deeply purple, and screamed. A heartbeat later, he was gone, the energy of his departure still rippling the air.
“*Shit*!”
~*~
The Weres and the Wyvern stared at the spot formerly occupied by the Banshee.
“Ohmigod...!” breathed Trowa. “What... what happened?” He let go of the wand and Wufei hugged it protectively to his chest, also staring at the empty area where Duo had been.
“He did it again...” he breathed with something akin to awe.
“Goddammit,” Heero swore under his breath. This teleportation of Duo’s was going to give him a coronary. He rounded on the Weres. Both of them shrank away looking terrified.
“Chang,” he snarled, “You are forgiven.” At Wufei’s perplexed look, he waved his hand at the place where Duo had been. “If he needs you to be forgiven and you to accept that forgiveness for his peace of mind, then you *are* forgiven and you *will* accept that forgiveness. Do I make myself clear?”
A moment of silence ensued before Wufei opened his mouth. “But...”
“You *will*,” Heero growled again, this time accompanied by a Glare of incendiary proportions.
Trowa poked the Were-Dragon in the ribs and hissed at him. Wufei turned wide eyes his way, then back to the furious Wyvern. “Okay...” he said faintly.
“And be at work tomorrow morning; your basket is overflowing.” With that he stalked out of the room.
They heard the sliding door open and close and a moment later a shadow passed over Wufei’s window and was gone.
The Weres looked at each other.
Trowa cleared his throat, green eye narrowed. “Wufei...” He pushed the pillows up against the headboard and leaned back. “We *really* need to talk.”
What that means, is that I finally have a finish for this part. Are all the ends tied up neatly in a fluffy little bow? you ask. Oh, hell no! But... Well... You'll see.
BFB - 082j - Wufei's Disaster
The sound of jaws hitting the floor was deafening.
“*What*?!” yelled Trowa and Duo together. Both turned to stare at the Were-Dragon.
Wufei looked away, his face coloring. “It’s not that big a deal,” he muttered.
“Not that big a deal?!” yelped Trowa. “How is being a *Wizard* not a big deal?!”
“But I thought Magical Creatures couldn’t *be* Wizards!” That from Duo, who was staring at the wand in his hand as if expecting it to suddenly do something.
“I’m not a very good Wizard,” Wufei said sulkily. “Not like Mr Potter or Ms Grainger.”
“You’re a perfectly decent Wizard, Wufei,” sighed Heero coming into the room to take the wand from the Banshee's hand and return it to its owner. “Why are you making my week difficult? Stop feeling sorry for yourself and come back to work,” he said firmly.
Wufei looked away again. “Maybe I should just quit...”
“No!” cried Duo. “No! You can’t just leave! Fei, we need you!”
“Wufei,” growled Heero warningly. “Do not start that; not now, not today. I expect you at your desk tomorrow morning.”
“Dammit; is this because of what happened?!” yelled Duo. “And stop ignoring me!”
Both Dragons looked at him.
“I am not ignoring–“ began Heero, but Wufei interrupted him.
“Duo, I told you; I can’t just forget what I did! I can’t accept forgiveness yet!” He drew his legs up to wrap his arms around his knees. “If there hadn’t been a porter on hand... If Mistress Loquinn hadn’t gotten to you when she did...”
“But that is all *irrelevant*! There was and she did, and I’m *fine*! And I’m still waiting for *someone* to explain to me how a Magical Creature can be a Wizard! And why didn’t Trowa know about this? He’s your best friend, Wufei; how could you not tell him?!”
“Well, yeah,” agreed Trowa in an aggrieved tone. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Wufei grabbed two handfuls of his hair and tugged firmly in agitation. “Because it doesn’t matter!” he yelled. “I’m not some great all-powerful figure! I’m just a Were-Dragon with barely enough talent to pass the boards! That’s all! I have a wand! Big fuckin’ deal! On a good day I can make it rain rose petals! Nobody cares, dammit!” He dropped his head onto his knees. “It just... it’s just... nothing...” he whispered.
Heero Glared at him. “Stop that, worm. You would not be here if you or your talents were nothing.”
“Fuck off, Yuy; you hate me anyway.”
“Dammit, Chang–“
Duo blanched. “Tell him you don’t hate him, Heero,” he demanded anxiously, grabbing Heero’s arm. “Tell him you forgive him!”
Patiently, Heero took hold of Duo’s arms to look him square in the eyes. “Duo,” he began, “This isn’t about you; it’s about Wufei and his lack of control. He’s a Dragon *and* a Wizard, regardless of how good or bad a Wizard, and he has obligations.”
During this, Wufei had begun tapping himself on the head with the wand, muttering softly.
“What are you doing?” Trowa asked anxiously.
“Just wondering if I can curse myself with my own wand,” he replied listlessly.
“*Wufei*!” He grabbed for the wand and the two of them wrestled with it.
“Heero!”
“Duo, I *can’t*!”
Duo let go of Heero’s arm, eyes wide and deeply purple, and screamed. A heartbeat later, he was gone, the energy of his departure still rippling the air.
“*Shit*!”
~*~
The Weres and the Wyvern stared at the spot formerly occupied by the Banshee.
“Ohmigod...!” breathed Trowa. “What... what happened?” He let go of the wand and Wufei hugged it protectively to his chest, also staring at the empty area where Duo had been.
“He did it again...” he breathed with something akin to awe.
“Goddammit,” Heero swore under his breath. This teleportation of Duo’s was going to give him a coronary. He rounded on the Weres. Both of them shrank away looking terrified.
“Chang,” he snarled, “You are forgiven.” At Wufei’s perplexed look, he waved his hand at the place where Duo had been. “If he needs you to be forgiven and you to accept that forgiveness for his peace of mind, then you *are* forgiven and you *will* accept that forgiveness. Do I make myself clear?”
A moment of silence ensued before Wufei opened his mouth. “But...”
“You *will*,” Heero growled again, this time accompanied by a Glare of incendiary proportions.
Trowa poked the Were-Dragon in the ribs and hissed at him. Wufei turned wide eyes his way, then back to the furious Wyvern. “Okay...” he said faintly.
“And be at work tomorrow morning; your basket is overflowing.” With that he stalked out of the room.
They heard the sliding door open and close and a moment later a shadow passed over Wufei’s window and was gone.
The Weres looked at each other.
Trowa cleared his throat, green eye narrowed. “Wufei...” He pushed the pillows up against the headboard and leaned back. “We *really* need to talk.”
