Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ed n Duo's Greatest Adventure ❯ Chapter 24 ( Chapter 24 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Bobby’s Angels

Chapter One

By Devon Masterson-Bond

AN: Dang…It’s been 2 years. Thanks to those hung there in the beginning and to all new people.

Duo scratched his head and yawned. He frowned when he opened the refrigerator. Nothing to eat, damn. "Ed and Faye had a midnight snack. Saiid is going to have to go shopping in the morning," Trowa commented from the shadows.

"They're going to eat us out of house and home," Duo moaned grabbing his stomach. "I guess it's a good thing we'll be leaving soon."

"Catherine's flight will be arriving first thing in the morning," Trowa replied. He wanted to move away from the thought of leaving Ed behind. He was not comfortable with her being out of his realm of influence, however if he and the others did not intervene with the potential war, the fighting would come to them. It was only a matter of time before his enemies came after him and his pregnant wife...fiancée. No one was going to harm his family. He would make sure of that. He would also take care of the impudent one who thought she got away with hurting Ed.

"So then everything will go as plan then?" Duo asked grabbing a soda and jumping onto the counter.

Trowa nodded then stepped into the dim light. "I am curious as to how you convinced her to come here. I know how empowered she can be, especially at the thought of being protected." Duo smiled mischievously. "She just can't resist the charm and charisma that is me," he answered smugly. He took a swig of his soda.

A brown eyebrow raised in interest. "I take it that you whined."

Violet eyes narrowed. Everyone always wanted to be a comedian. "Actually, I told her that you would lose your mind if Ed were by herself."

"Hmmm," he commented. He would not lose him mind, but he would be quite...distraught. Duo always did have a knack for the dramatic. "At least it worked."

"Of course," Duo smirked. "My ideas always work."

"I wouldn't go that far," Quatre said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Is there any food left?" He sat down at the table.

"Not a crumb," Duo sighed.

"I guess I'll have to dip in the stash," Quatre replied. "I an anticipated this." He motioned for the two to follow him. The three friends made their way to the study.

"You have a stash and didn't tell me?" Duo asked. "How long has this been going on?"

Quatre looked thoughtfully as he opened the door. "Since I met you," he answered casually. He cut on the light paused at the sight. Wufei and Heero were inside munching on part of his stash. "At least you save us some." He walked inside and followed Trowa and Duo.

"Etu, Heero?" Duo asked reaching for a bag chips. "Why didn't you tell me about Quatre's stash?"

Prussian eyes looked thoughtful for a moment then grew cold. "I don't have to tell you anything."

Duo narrowed his eyes. "You were keeping it for yourself," he accused. "You fiend. You're getting to be bad influence on me. I am impressionable, you know."

Wufei snorted. "You are a fool, Maxwell."

"I love you too," he replied sarcastically then changed the subject.

"Everybody's up and we ship out tomorrow night. I know you're all thinking it; what are we going to do about the girls?"

Quatre smiled at the braided man's boldness despite himself. But he had to admit it had been weighing on all of their minds. "I have arranged for Saiid and Ishmael to keep an eye them."

"A man watching each of them would be more appropriate," Wufei noted thoughtfully. "Edward has a way with people especially other women."

"I trust Catherine to be of sound mind," Trowa replied.

"You're her brother, you have to think that way," Duo commented while making a sandwich. "As her boyfriend, I don't trust her to lay low."

"You have a point," Quatre agreed. "She might get concerned if some thing doesn't go well. I'll have Ahmed keep an eye out as well."

"Do you think the Maganacs will be able keep up with them?" Heero asked.

Quatre smiled. "I have a few fail safes in place, but the only way to be truly sure is to keep them under constant surveillance and drugged, but then they wouldn't trust us. And of course it's no way to start a marriage."

Several eyebrows arched slightly. None of them were quite above the possibility if they thought their loved ones would be safe and they did not fear the retribution of angry women. "Sounds settled then," Wufei commented.

"Let’s just hope that it is," Quatre sighed before taking a bit of his sandwich. The others nodded thoughtfully. This was the only way. ***

Dorothy walked into her apartment and sighed as she sat down at her vanity. It had been a long trip. She hated traveling back and forth, but if her little plan were to work she would have to keep on this way. She owed it to her grandfather. The battle ahead would be the grandest of all battles. Neither he nor Trieze could have planned it any better. True there had been kinks, but what plan did not have any. Snafus were what made a plan great because they proved without a shadow of a doubt that the planner was nothing short of brilliant.

Once her plan was in place, she would handle the other aspects of her life that seemed to be lacking…Trowa. As much as she hated to admit, she still wanted him. Of course, the red headed stepchild’s memory would still plague him. She would have to come up with something. There was no doubt that Trowa would figure out that it was she that broke them apart. "I’m sure I’ll come up with something," she thought as she started to undress.

She was in the process of removing her blouse when she heard a noise behind her. "Hold it right there," she commanded brandishing a small pistol. She pointed it toward the tapestry near the window. "You have three seconds."

"Alright," Alex replied stepping out from behind the ornate paneling.

A bushy eyebrow raised in annoyance. "The audacity," she gasped as she pulled back the hammer. "Talk fast Taylor."
He moved toward her slowly. "I have some news."
"You were told never to come here," she snapped watching him carefully.

Alex continued to move closer. "It was important," he replied moving into arms reach. He quickly grabbed her wrist and disarmed her. "Nice pistol you have there. You always did like antiques." He wrenched one her arms behind her back and brought his other across her chest as he held her from behind.

"I will kill you," Dorothy said through gritted teeth as she struggled against him.

"You have a nice body," he replied. His hot breath accosted her ear. "If you’d shave those things down, you’d be hot little number. I’d do you."

Blue violet eyes narrowed indignantly. "I do not favor your impudence, Taylor."

"And I do not favor being set up," he replied. "You didn’t tell me about that little red head banging a gundam pilot or that she was working for Sixkiller. Your little stunt is going to catch us hell."

"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently. Her free arm dropped to her side casually.

"Don’t insult me," he replied tightening his grip on her arm. Dorothy cried out in pain. "I followed you."

"You don’t trust anybody do you?"

"Not rich, little spoiled brats," he answered, "you were just a means to an end. I know all about your little spat and you didn’t even get that right."
"What are you talking about?"

"That’s right," Alex replied getting closer to her ear. "The girl lives and guess what?"

"I despise guessing games," Dorothy snapped irritably. She was furious, but first things first.

"She’s carrying his baby," Alex replied gleefully.

The color drained from Dorothy’s already pale face as she took in the new information. It was impossible. This could not be happening. This would not continue to happen. "Where is she?"

"No. No," he tsked. "This is Alex’s time to talk and Dorothy’s time to listen." He wrenched Dorothy’s arm back further. "I have Sixkiller tracking me personally and the gundam pilots. Because of you, I had to force my hand…"

"You took her as hostage?" she asked. Now he was going too far.

"No, but I got someone just as good. Between you and her I can get save passage," he answered smugly.

"You coward," Dorothy accused. She reached into her garter sheathe and pulled out a small dagger. "You’re not worthy." She rammed the dagger into Alex’s thigh causing him to loosen his grip while howling pain.

"You, bitch," he cried out as he pulled the dagger out. He was about to rush towards her when he stared down the end of another pistol.

"Quite right," she said adamantly as she squeezed the trigged, placing a bullet in his forehead. Alex winced in pain then fell to ground.

"Mistress," one her servants called as he ran to the room.

"Get this trash out of here," she replied leaving the room. As she stalked down the hall more servants rushed into her room after seeing that their employer was well. While she walked, she took in all of the new information that Alex provided. It was quite unsettling. His little folly was going to cause her to change tactics. She had never been one to hide behind another to get her point across. She preferred to be directness and cunning.

A smiled crossed her face as she looked down at passkey that she lifted off Alex when he first grabbed her. "I might as well finish what has been started."

To be continued…

Let’s be real here… we all know that I don’t own these characters or you would be watching this instead of reading it [with the exception of manga of course]. I just do this for kicks and wiggles [yes, I know the real expression, and this is mine] anywho don’t sue me, hire me instead;p