Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ed n Duo's Greatest Adventure ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

Ed and Trowa's Bogus Journey

Chapter 3

By Devon Masterson

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Time passage is kind of subtle…but it's been about 2 months since the Brazil incident.

"That's it!" Sunny said suddenly causing Raine to jump.

"What?" she asked pulling out her gun and looking around then sighed. "You got something?" she yawned. It was four in the morning and apparently the girl never slept.

"All of the prostitutes are the same," she replied.

"You're kidding," Raine said as she shook sleep from her and started looking at the photographs. Her dark purple eyes widened as she for the first time noticed that all of the women had the same color eyes though the face seemed a little different each time. "Are you sure?"

Sunny nodded. "I used a facial recognition program to seek out her out," she answered, "and that's not all. This is what she really looks like." A picture loaded on the screen.

"That can be her. Not with those god awful things on her face," Raine replied.

"She uses make up," Sunny explained, "She's too well known to shave them. Besides, I checked the flight logs and she was on the colony for a conference every time they met."

Raine smile and nodded her head. "Now we're getting somewhere. Hey, can you get into their system?"

Sunny shook her head. "Not from here. They discovered me and cut off all outside lines. The only way I can get inside from here is to put a short wave…"

"What do you mean they discovered you?"

"I found a file with my name on it," she answered. "The 250k bounty I caught last month turned out to be one of Taylor's men."

"This is getting a little bit more twisted than my simple mind can handle," Raine replied shaking her head. "Are you in danger?"

"I'm not worried about it," Sunny answered. "She's more interested in games than physically hurting me. She's taken everything from me already." She fingered the ring on her finger for a moment. She had never taken it off, even after her trip to Paris when she should have thrown it into space. It was her only link to the past, the only thing (right now) to remind her that she was once happy.

"Don't tell me he left you for Cousin It?" Raine asked.

"Cousin It?"

Raine rolled her eyes. "Bobby is a big twenty first century culture buff. He's always playing weird shit around here…I'll explain later."

"Sounds like Duo," Sunny commented as she allowed herself to reach into the past for a moment.

"Yeah, whoever that is," Raine smirked then yawned. "But tell me your boyfriend had more taste than that."

"He does but not by much," she replied. "He's had plenty of company while I was gone. I doubt he'll even notice me."

"Damn, that's messed up. And you have his kid and all."

"He didn't know, but he probably does now," she remarked distastefully. It was the only reason they could be looking for her and the reason for her to disappear. She was not going to let him take her baby.

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"So you have to go?" Faye asked looking out the window. She stood beside the large window holding herself while Quatre stared at her back with sad eyes. This was not the talk she had in mind when she came into his office to see him.

"The situation is getting worse. Everyone else is out in the field except for me and Trowa," he answered.

"I don't think anything could tear Trowa away from looking for Ed, he loves her too much."

Quatre flinched at her implication. "I love you," he replied as he reached out for her and pulled her into his lap. "But there is another side of me…"

Faye hugged Quatre to fight the tears threatening to fall. She wasn't used to being so emotional. "You're too nice and sweet," she argued. "Yeah you have a great poker face…"

Quatre held her tightly. "In the war, I killed a lot of people and I promised myself that their deaths would not be in vain," he said softly. He started to rub her back gently when she pulled away.

"I won't let you," she declared raising her gun. "For the first time I'm happy. I won't let them take you away."

"Faye," he sighed standing up. She backed up and pulled the hammer. Quatre walked toward her slowly. With each step, she began to tremble more and more. He stood in front of her with the gun pressed up against his chest looking sorrowfully into deep green eyes. "I'm sorry." He took the gun away from her, ejected the clip, and then dropped it to the floor.

"Why do you have to go?" she asked quietly.

"They need me," he answered. He hated having to tell her this. He knew once he told her about his past, that it would come back for him.

"So do I," she replied.

Quatre touched her face. "I need you too," he whispered before kissing her. He ran his hands through his hair. "This is not how I planned to do this," he sighed.

"So you were just going to leave without telling me?" Faye asked.

"No, sweetheart, I was talking about this," he answered pulling out a small box from his desk drawer. He had been waiting for the perfect opportunity for months. "Will you marry me?"

Faye took a deep breath inwardly then shook her head. She refused to compromise. "I'll give you an answer when you come back," she replied pulling away. "You come find me when you do."

Quatre's eyes lowered. This was going from bad to worse. "Faye…"

She shook her head as she turned away reluctantly. "We won't wait forever," she said before walking out.

A confused, hurt look passed over the blonde Arabian's features as he sat down. He refused to let her go. War was not going to take someone he loved from him again. "Rashid," he said into the intercom.

"How did it go, Master Quatre?" Rashid asked expectantly.

"She left me," he said lowly.

"Master Quatre, I…I will get on it right away," Rashid replied suddenly sensing the reason for the call.

"Thank you, Rashid," he said gratefully.

"Master Quatre is there anything else?" the older man asked.

"No… it was just something she said when she was leaving that was strange," he sighed. He put his hand to the bridge of his nose as a headache started to set in. His eyes suddenly widened. "Rashid, no matter what she tries, I want you with her at all times. Use your discretion, she's very clever and let me know if anything happens. Make sure she takes care of herself."

"Master Quatre?" Rashid asked trying to be clued in. It was not like the young man to have him and his associates follow so closely. Quatre always wanted to give the allusion of space when there was actually none.

"I know it's not like me, but she's the most important person to me right now," Quatre admitted. "And I think she's carrying my child."

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"Find anything?" Sylvia asked over secured channels.

"Plenty," Raine answered putting her feet up on Bobby's desk. "I think we'll be nailing his ass to the wall real soon."

"Need me to check anything?"

Raine nodded her head, "I sent the complicated stuff to Chy, but there was something I wanted to ask you about."

Sylvia raised an eyebrow curiously. "What?"

The dark haired girl leaned forward into the screen. "It's about Quatre Winner. What do you know about him?"

Sylvia ran her hands through her blond locks. "We've talked a bit. He's very nice, why?"

Raine sighed. "Between you and me," she said before beginning. Sylvia nodded then continued. "The Winner Foundation put a bounty out on her. She's knocked up with one of his friends' kid. And Taylor might have her as target."

"Whoa, why would he be…"

"That guy she loss her bounty virginity to turned out to be one of Taylor's men," Raine replied leaning back in her chair. She put her up her feet. "And get this, we found out that the whores he had been banging are all the same girl…"

"Must you be so crude, Raine?" Sylvia asked wrinkling her nose.

The dark haired girl shrugged. "I'm me. Don't like it tough," she answered. She put her hand behind her head as Sylvia smirked. "Anyway, it turned out to be some political chick named Dorothy Catalonia.

"You're kidding," the blonde gasped.

"I heard she used to get off on wars and all. I guess she's going for the big O this time."

"Where's Sunny now?" Sylvia asked.

"She's sleeping on the couch in the conference room," Raine answered. Her eyes softened. "I'm worried. I don't know what's between her and Winner's friend, but I don't think he's out to get her. She still wears his ring."

"So you have a soft spot after all?" Sylvia teased.

Raine narrowed her eyes and shrugged once again. "She's good people. Besides you can't help but admire someone who can stake bug to the wall. I saw it in a movie once…didn't think it was possible."

Sylvia nodded in understanding. Sunny had become an important part of their team in the last month and even the blonde had to be impressed by the redhead's virtuosity and quirkiness. But she also noticed the sadness that was behind the amber eyes, now she knew why. "I'll check into it and send me the info you sent Chy," she commented, "minus the technical stuff of course."

"Not a problem," Raine replied. She yawned. "I think I'm going to check on Sunny and crash on Bobby's couch. I'll call you if I get anything."

"Thanks," Sylvia said as the screen went black. She sighed as she looked up at the tall office building. Originally, she did not plan to go inside, seeing as the person she wanted to talk to the most was away, but this was business. One of her girls was in danger; she was going to get to the bottom of things.

~

Trowa balled a bulletin he had been in possession of and sighed. Faye's plan was clever but it was too dangerous in Ed's condition. He would not be able to stand it if something else happened to her; he had already done enough.

He had to find Ed and make it up to her…after that, he would deal with Dorothy. She would pay for her mistake, for that the Parisian was sure. "Speak of the devil," he said under his breath.

Emerald eyes narrowed as he watched her stroll down the street nonchalantly, after coming out of an office building. He followed after her. There was something odd about the whole situation.

~

About fifteen minutes before…

Sunny sat up sleepily. "Raine get the phone, Sunny-person is tired," she mumbled rubbing her eyes. She blinked as few times when she realized her diction and got no response. She sighed and leaned over. "Sixkiller Enterprises."

"Well isn't this a surprise…Sunny Valentine," Dorothy taunted from over the vid-phone. "You're very clever. I haven't been able to transmit anything with your face….but you made a little boo boo; cameras."

Sunny`s amber eyes narrowed. She didn't forget that her image could still be captured, only put too much stock in the usage of electronic transit. "Taylor told you where I was?"

"Oh what happened to the oh so cute way you talked?" Dorothy asked. "Trowa was quite fond of it. Oh that's right, you two aren't together anymore. Revenge's a bitch."

"No just you," Sunny replied. "Is there some reason you're wasting my time."

"My aren't we feisty. It must be time for your bottle."

"And it must be time to mow those things," Ed snapped. "Don't forget they are ordinances against those type of things."

Dorothy clenched her fist in anger though her face betrayed little. "I grow tired of this game, little girl. I wish to settle this matter."

"You still want to fight me over him?" she asked incredulously.

The blonde shook her head. "This is no longer about Trowa, but between you and me. I have already seen to it that if he's not by my side he's not beside yours. And to top it off he hates you…more than me. I never would have betrayed him and with his best friend, you slut you."

"Where do you want to settle this?" Sunny asked angrily.

Dorothy smiled. "D. Bleucross Industrial Park. It's one of the few places in this godforsaken colony that is, unlike you, worthy. Thirty minutes. Alone and we shall settles this…"

"Woman to man, I gotch you," Sunny interrupted. Dorothy's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but said nothing. "I'll be there." Sunny hung up and grabbed her holster. She paused for a moment as she caught sight of her reflection strapping it on. "We'll be fine," she thought as she rubbed her swollen pooch. If not for the large shirt she were wearing, it would be obvious that she was 3.5 months. Bobby would have fit.

She had no choice. Dorothy knew where she was and would find out her condition eventually. "I have to do this," she told her reflection before leaving. She had no intentions on letting Dorothy have this one.

©2002 Devon Masterson

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