Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Above You ❯ Chapter 7

Seven

"Did you know that the actual Winners live here?"

"As opposed to the actual losers?" Heero asked blankly, grinning slightly to himself.

"No! Winner...like...Winner Industries?" Matty turned and crawled back on the bed to straddle the other male. "Like...disgustingly rich family? The heir almost got disowned for going to war?"

Heero lowered his arm, which had been covering his eyes, to look at the guy.

"I always thought that was messed up," Matty added quietly, looking to the ceiling thoughtfully. "I mean...he did it to save the colonies or something, right?"

"Yeah," Heero agreed quietly. "To free them from tyranny."

"Alliance," Matty added, snorting slightly. "I never did understand what was going on, you know?" he added, looking back down to Heero. "I was...eleven or twelve...when it all started."

Oh, when I came went to Earth to destroy the Alliance? Heero wondered if he'd learned that sarcasm from Duo or Wufei.

"It was kinda scary," Matty added quietly. "Me and my mom were in China visiting some of her family." He looked back toward the window. "And I remember my mom being scared..." his face became sad.

"Where is your mom?" Heero muttered quietly. He heard quite a lot about Matt's dad...but never a word on the woman.

"She died," he said quietly, looking down to his chest. "She..."

Heero's mouth went dry. "Please don't say Edwards," he whispered.

"Edwards?" Matty echoed, meeting his eyes. "New Edwards? No," he shook his head. "The New Edwards shit was the fault of the Gundams...she was in a building that had some notable jackass that the Alliance wanted dead. She...died instantly," he added, meeting Heero's eyes. "Some bomb went off and she was just...one of the casualties," he looked away mournfully a moment, then shook his head and perked back up. "No...no...the...one of the Gundams killed the fucker responsible for it. I call it divine justice."

Divine?

"Divine?" Heero asked, not sure how to pursue that one anyway.

"Well," the kid grinned slightly at him. "I don't know how he heard it...but my friend likes to say the pilot of the one...um...zero-two?" he was obviously thinking about it. "He said that he knew someone who knew someone..." he grinned, "who said that the pilot of zero-two called himself the god of death."

Heero ran a hand through his hair, wondering what Duo would think about that. It seemed fitting that Matty got along as well as he did with Duo in that light. Duo'd gotten his revenge for him...but he didn't know that.

Matty smiled slightly, then licked his lips. "Listen to me? Ranting about the wars like I have any idea what was happening," he sighed and slid off Heero. "I don't even know what side you supported and I could have just offended you to your core without realizing it...my dad tells me I talk too much without thinking and I never see his point...but shit."

Heero made an amused noise. "I was on the winning side."

"Winning?" Matty repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Who won in the end?" Heero repeated in a bit more amusement, thinking back to how terrified normal soldiers were when they knew him.

"...earth?"

Heero grinned a bit more.

"But that doesn't work...you said you were colony born..." the guy was obviously thinking about it.

"Just leave it at the winners," Heero reassured him. "Speaking of...what were you saying about the Winner family?"

"What? Uh...Oh!" Matty sat up again happily. "I was trying to see if I could see their mansion from here."

"It's up the edge," Heero noted, pointing out the window to his left...the window Matt had been staring out of originally. "You can see the lights of it from there," he pointed at the end of the window-line. He'd made sure he had a clear visual of at least some of the mansion. If something came up, the others would use a light—a laser pointer, actually—to let him know.

"Really?" Matty hopped up and moved back toward the window. "Which one?"

Heero grinned and rose himself, moving to look out as well. He ducked down slightly to have Matty's sight-level, then pointed out at the mansion lights.

"That's wicked...we're close," Matty breathed, staring at those lights. "You know...wouldn't it be cool if he were there? The heir? I heard he's like...your age," Matty tilted his head to the side, obviously thinking.

"What good would it do us if he was there?" Heero retorted, nipping at the guy's ear. "I mean, it's not like we could waltz into the foyer and be all, 'Hey, Mr. Winner...I wanted to meet you...'"

Matty snickered at that and turned to smack his stomach. "That's beside the point!"

"Ooh, I know," Heero muttered, pushing him back toward the bed. "Hey, Mr. Winner! Come take a picture with me! Your lips have that cute bow going on and I just wanna bite'em!" he nipped at Matty's lip.

The younger male actually giggled at that, pushing him back some.

"No?" Heero pouted at him. "Maybe...ooh, maybe," he leaned down to the guy's ear as he lowered his voice. "Maybe tell him he's on the bed already and boxers come off damn fast..."

Matty laughed wickedly at that. "I'd like to hear you say that to Mr. Winner...I'd like to see what he'd say to that with you in the foyer."

Heero laughed wickedly and bit at Matty's ear. "Maybe we should just do it, then...get the thought out of my head before I make an ass of myself."

Matty snickered some more...but didn't seem to have anything else to add. Heero had a feeling that had something to do with the spot on his throat he was running his tongue over...but it didn't really matter. There wasn't really anything left to say.

- -

Quatre yawned as Heero pulled into the driveway. He'd texted so they knew he was dropping Matty off, and then he'd be back. Quatre had been down in the kitchen when he realized the time, and had decided he may as well wait in greeting.

Heero was bright-eyed as he moved toward the front doors...and he nearly started skipping as he noticed Quatre in the door.

"Good night?" Quatre demanded dryly.

"Very," Heero agreed, still grinning widely...but he was moving fast.

Quatre started to pull away, realizing that Heero was heading for him, then chirped in irritation as he was slammed against the wall.

"Hey, Mr. Winner," Heero whispered in his ear in a husky voice. "You're on the bed already...and boxers come off damn fast."

Quatre chirped more, trying to shove the guy away. He didn't know what the hell Heero was thinking, but he'd heard tale of Heero getting straight guys into bed and wasn't even remotely curious about the process.

Heero started laughing darkly, pushing him against the wall again and leaning back in. "Your protests don't seem nearly as uh...vicious...as I thought they'd be, Mr. Winner..."

Quatre knew he was blushing at that and stopped fighting entirely, meeting Heero's eyes again.

Heero grinned, studying his eyes and looking down to his lips considerately, then met his eyes again. "Well...if you ever actually get curious...rare is the night you don't know where I sleep."

Quatre bristled at that and started hitting him as well as he could. The severely close quarters didn't limit Heero, but Quatre was only given as much room as was between their bodies...but he'd go for the balls if...

Heero snickered and...used a foot on the wall by Quatre's knee to flip away backwards. The heir realized at that same moment that he'd launched his attack for the other's groin. The annoying pilot landed in a squat, facing the blond. He looked for all the world like everything had gone according to his plan...

"What the hell was that!?" Quatre demanded, pushing away from the wall and gesturing vaguely. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I was just teasing!" Heero protested, rising smoothly. "Matty was all on last night about the Winner heir," he rolled his eyes. "Wanted to see if he could see the mansion and everything...was saying he wanted to meet you and shit."

Quatre gave him a level look, noting the jealousy Heero himself may not have even noticed.

"I pointed out that he couldn't just come in here and say anything...and suggested a couple things he could say."

"That I was on the bed already?" Quatre demanded dryly.

The wicked grin flashed again. "Well...he pointed out to me that it wouldn't work in the foyer...and you were waiting for me...I couldn't help it."

Quatre crossed his arms.

"Oh, calm down," he pursued, moving around in a way that put his own back to the wall. It helped Quatre keep from bristling more. "I didn't mean anything by it...and I always tease you..." he started herding him for the stairs.

"You're an unmitigated ass, Heero Yuy," Quatre informed him, not uncrossing his arms. He did start walking, though. "I'd be well within my rights to hurt you."

"I wanted you to," Heero noted happily, then squawked and dodged the fist that barely cleared his head—would have been straight-on if he hadn't ducked.

"What's the matter? You wanted me to!" Quatre swung again.

Heero decided that they needed to take the argument to the bedroom, darting under the blonde's arms and heading up the stairs.

He doubted Quatre would be able to land one of those blows...but it might be awkward to explain to his sisters why he'd actually come-on to their brother when they all knew he was straight.

It just seemed like one of those conversations that wasn't really worth having.

- -

There were some things that just didn't pan out in explanation. The whole, 'you had to be there' idea would run far too true—and Heero managed to hit into the core of one of them.

Duo was amused, though, to watch as Heero tried to make a mends for his stunt. It had been decently early in the morning when Heero had gotten back, and it was well after noon before Quatre had relented his petulant annoyance at all. Duo could see embarrassment in Quatre. The blond hadn't even looked at Heero for most of the time of them not talking, and even after starting to talk to Heero he was hard pressed to meet eyes. Behind the embarrassment was uncertainty, but Quatre's sister Belour had shown up for her time with little-brother. Heero was having to make his overtures in a subtle fashion that Duo wondered if Quatre even recognized.

"But I do want you to meet him," Belour added in summation. She'd been telling Quatre about some beau she had. "I...invited him over tonight after supper," she added, looking around to all of them.

"Do we get to test him?" Quatre asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Belour gave him a look.

"I just want to know that if I talk to him and decide he's an asshole and chase him off, you're not going to be upset with me."

"Don't be like that," Belour retorted, smacking at him. "I value your opinion, but unless all five of you tell me he's no good with a perfectly straight face, I'm not going to believe it. And unless you can keep a civil tongue in your head I won't take you seriously."

Quatre smirked at her. "Madam, I am the very soul of civil conversation."

She smacked him.

He snickered, then looked around and gestured at Trowa. "I told you, get with him. I know he's dependable and you like him well enough...he can flatter you and get you flowers and all that silly shit to get you to fall for him...right, Tro?"

Trowa was giving Quatre a mildly disbelieving look.

"And if you don't like the common look, take the exotic," he gestured at Wufei.

Belour's cheeks had colored as she looked directly back at Wufei, but then the look was turned to Quatre.

"Oh, right...I've told you about him...uh...Heero's got someone...Duo's free," he indicated the other pilot.

Duo sat forward, knowing his smirk was wicked. "For all the world, Madam, I'd love to take you home tonight."

"I am home," she retorted, though she was smiling.

"That much easier," Duo returned, wondering what he'd have to say to get Quatre to react. "Lose the stiff and me'n you can go wander up the hall."

"You aren't going to say anything to him?" Belour demanded of Quatre. She was far from offended, and only embarrassed to the point of knowing Duo'd probably take her down the hall, but wouldn't pursue.

"I just told you to get with him," Quatre noted almost uncertainly. "Wouldn't that defeat my purpose?"

Duo started laughing at that, hoping Quatre's new extension of humor would last beyond the trip. He loved the jackass quality the guy had decided to own.

"Quatre Raberba Winner!" Belour sat up straight as her cheeks genuinely flushed. "How could you say something like that to me!"

"I just open my mouth and my tongue is moving," Quatre returned, sniggering slightly. "And if you really believe I'm that callous I'm going to be offended—Duo'd totally wander with you down to the room, maybe even make out with you a bit, but he wants a relationship and not a one-night stand..."

"I can make exceptions," Duo noted, grinning slightly.

Quatre gestured him away languidly. "Besides that, I knew you wouldn't go for it...you're not that shallow. You won't drop some guy you like for the likes of them," he gestured with his thumb toward Duo and Trowa.

"I think I resent that," Trowa muttered considerately. "But I can see the point."

Quatre grinned at him.

"Ah well," Tro shrugged and gestured with his head at Belour. "What's your favorite flower?"

"Lilies, why?" she asked, tilting her head.

"What's your favorite color?" Trowa returned as if he hadn't heard her.

"I like...dusty purple...why?"

"I'm taking the car," Trowa noted, hopping to his feet happily and grabbing the keys Heero'd left on the table. "I won't be gone long...oh, Belour?"

She was giving him a confused look.

"You like chocolate, don't you?"

"She really likes the white chocolate from...uh...Marble," Heero noted helpfully. "She was telling us about it last time we were here."

"Oh! Right!" Trowa flashed the female his most charming grin...and disappeared out the door.

Belour blinked.

"Your beau's not the type to run away or get over jealous, is he?" Wufei asked the girl sweetly. "He's the type to step out and step over competitors, right?"

Belour was flushing very slowly as she looked around to him.

"Right?" Wufei persisted, starting to think. "What did you say his name was?" he stood.

"Spencer Righton," she returned, not following Wufei's train of thought.

"All right," Wufei muttered, moving toward the door himself. "I'll be back later...dusty purple?" he looked to Belour, but Quatre nodded...and the Chinese man disappeared.

"What is he up to?" Belour demanded, hopping to her feet and looking to Quatre.

"Why would we know?" Duo asked blankly, blinking at her. Actually, it should have been just as obvious to her as Trowa's actions had been. "So," he added, shifting forward again to meet her eyes. "Spencer, you said? Where does he work?"

"He moved here from Earth," she returned, meeting his eyes.

"But no job?" Heero asked blankly.

"Huh? Oh...no...no, he works," she composed herself and sat back down to frown at Quatre. "What are your friends up to?"

"I don't know, you heard what I did," Quatre gestured vaguely. "You embarrassed of his job or something?"

"What?" she asked blankly, then connected what he meant. "No! That's not it! He just works with landscaping."

"Landscaping?" Quatre was startled out of their game, giving her a completely uncomprehending look.

"He works for the government," she retorted.

"And you're sure he's not a spy?" Duo asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come to watch the Winner family?"

"What?" Belour was looking at him like he had two heads.

They didn't do anything illegal anyway, and really, hearing someone worked for the government always made Duo think of spies and undercover agents. He knew it wasn't fair...but he was very wary of this beau. He wasn't sure he trusted the guy.

He really wanted to meet him after all...maybe give him a run for Belour's money—actually, attention.

Heh, he wasn't going to spend the evening bored after all.

- -

"Oh, excuse me," Wufei muttered, having nearly knocked Spencer Righton over. "I'm sorry about that..."

"It's all right," the man muttered, trying to keep ahold of a tray of plants he was holding and right the ones that had fallen over. "I just..."

"Here," Wufei muttered, taking the tray. "I can hold it and you can fix them..."

"What are you doing here?" Spencer asked, focusing on his sunglasses in confusion as he righted the plants.

"Huh? Oh...I'm looking for a guy named Spencer."

Spencer stopped. "I'm Spencer..."

"Righton?" Wufei pursued, then grinned. "Hey...hi, I'm Chang Wufei," he shifted the box over to one arm in a feat Spencer could never hope to achieve, and used his free hand to lift the sunglasses and offer a hand. "I'm Chang Wufei...and I'm part of the group visiting with Quatre Winner."

"Mr....uh..." Spencer was obviously put off.

"Chang," Wufei returned, grinning slightly. "Just call me Wufei."

"Um...it's a pleasure," Spencer said quickly, offering his hand. "Can I help you?"

"Well, Belle was being herself and talked me into running an errand for her," he rolled his eyes with a happy grin. "She's so incredibly female..."

Spencer grinned at that, hesitating a moment and giving Wufei an interested look.

"Okay, she'd have called you herself...but with how she was talking," he flashed the guy another grin, "we decided to have supper with you invited."

Spencer froze and blinked at him.

"So I came to invite you," Wufei offered, putting on a show of uncertainty.

"I...I wouldn't want to impose..."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's no imposition at all...uh...where should I put this?"

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Spencer took the box from him quickly. "God, meeting one of the infamous friends of...man..." he took the box and started away with it.

Wufei followed. "Though I thought I might warn you about something, too, huh?"

"Warn?" Spencer stopped to look at him.

"My friend Trowa's had his eyes on Belle for a while now...he could overwhelm her a little."

Spencer turned to look at him in confusion.

"See? I got sent on an errand...so I figure I'll hang out here while you finish work," he gestured around the greenhouse with vague interest. "Then me and you can make a swing through town on the way back to the mansion. How do you feel about that?"

"Well," Spencer returned thoughtfully. "Bella is my girl...your friend can be as..."

"Belle, is a sweet hearted girl," Wufei agreed, changing tracks. "And she's said she wants Quatre's opinion of you...I suppose if you're not worried about it..." he started to shift away. "I mean, Tro's good, but if you're not..."

"She said that?" Spencer asked quietly.

"What sister doesn't want her brother's good opinion?" Wufei asked blankly. "I mean...I suppose there are some whose relationship with their brother isn't great...but when it's strong, I've never known a girl who didn't want her brother to approve as much as her parents."

Spencer looked slightly nervous. "You said he's your friend?" he asked, looking up.

Wufei nodded, smirking internally. It wasn't usually all that complicated to get someone to do exactly what you wanted them to do. He wasn't worried about Belle going to Trowa, but he was worried about Quatre's good opinion.

"He's not an ass or anything, is he?" Spencer asked, then, shook his head. "Never mind. I only have a bit of work left before I can go...you can tag along or go wait in the lobby."

"I'm interested in your setup," Wufei noted, looking around some more. "I'll play shadow until I get bored of it."

Spencer turned and genuinely grinned at him.

Wufei grinned back...and started to investigate the plants.

- -

Quatre had to wonder if he was really bound for hell. He'd set two of his best friends against his sister's boyfriend, and had sent Wufei to said boyfriend. He himself was supposed to get to know the guy to give Belle an opinion, which really meant that only Heero was above the fray.

"They were having a problem with the oxygen levels," Spencer explained to Quatre. "It was too pure and they knew how much would be all right for the humans—but not the plants. That's why I was asked to come up."

Quatre nodded.

Duo, meanwhile, had leaned over and was muttering in Belour's ear. He'd rested his hand lightly on hers, and hadn't moved it after starting to whisper.

Quatre really hoped she wasn't some twit virgin girl, or he'd have to end up kicking Duo's ass—and that would be harder than it seemed. He nodded again as the guy continued explaining about the plants he'd been watching and how the plants created more oxygen so the levels of this and that had to be shoved down everyone's throat because Quatre'd asked what he did for a living...

Trowa, for his part, had shown up with a bouquet of lilies for Belle, and a white-chocolate flower thing...it didn't fully look like a flower though. It had a flower shape so the women it was bought for could actually eat it. Duo'd been insinuating himself into her personal space since about the same time. They were doing it casually enough that Belour didn't seem to remember what had set off all the nonsense in the first place.

"So, uh...Duo," Wufei muttered happily. "What do you think about the plant life here?"

"It's...interesting," Duo returned, shifting back from his little private conversation with the female. "Did you say you just started?" he added to Spencer. "You're not the one who planned all this?"

"I will be revamping the park," Spencer returned, realizing that he hadn't had Belle's attention, if Quatre read his eyes right. "I haven't been here long, otherwise."

"Not staying?" Duo asked sweetly.

"I'll be here longer than you," the man noted civilly. "Since I gather you are leaving tomorrow."

Duo's face split into his feral grin for a brief moment—he appreciated that note—then went back to his pleasantly fake smile. "That's the good thing about my job...I go between Earth and the colonies a lot. I'm an architect, apprentice for now, but Victor has let me do our last house for Charles Reiver...the manufacturer of the six-eighty transport shuttle? Victor thought it'd be a good place for me to get my feet wet."

"Victor Panne?" Spencer asked, suddenly very interested in Duo. "You're the apprentice of Victor Panne?"

"He has more than one," Duo agreed, "but he's working with the other."

"Panne Fabrication?" Spencer demanded.

"Oh! I heard of that!" Belle perked up. "That's that guy who won all sorts of awards, isn't it? Aren't his houses expensive?"

Duo smirked slightly at the impressed tone in her voice and met her eyes. "They are, but if you can afford it you love the end product. I'd love to be able to make one for you, huh? Put a garden in the middle with swooping spiral staircases?"

Her face broke into a true smile.

Really, that wasn't entirely fair of Duo. Duo'd known Belour for years, and he'd had several conversations with her about her dream-home.

Quatre looked curiously back to Wufei and Spencer. If Wufei was really planning to help the guy, it'd be the time to distract the girl.

"You could do the garden, huh?" Wufei asked, nudging Spencer slightly. "Put a bunch of lilies in it..."

"And trees," Spencer noted, glancing briefly at Wufei. "Maybe some color-bands with a fountain in the center and that dusty-purple cosmos I showed you around the edges, huh?"

"That would be beautiful!" Belour breathed, her eyes going dreamy.

"Maybe add a balcony overlooking the garden so you could see it all from above," Duo agreed, looking away from Spencer to the girl. "Set it up so that on summer nights the full moon showed in the water."

Heero rubbed his face with a hand, though he didn't have to say anything for his message to become clear. This was painfully amusing to watch.

"Put a patio garden on that, too, huh?" Spencer offered, not even bothering to look at Duo. "Maybe some jasmine."

Duo smirked very slightly. "There's a type of glass you can see out of, but not into...could have that window facing the garden...maybe have a little creak flowing all round the house." He grinned slightly. "Put up some of that gauzy drapery you have in your room and..."

Spencer's expression changed instantly. He looked disbelieving and pissed as he met Duo's eyes.

"...and get you another four-poster bed since yours squeaks."

Heero started laughing silently and rose quickly, turning it into a coughing fit. "Excuse me," he coughed. "I'll...I'll be back..."

"You told me you'd fix my bed," Belour noted to Duo. Quatre doubted she was oblivious anymore to what Duo was doing, but he knew enough about her to catch her fancy. "I tore the bedding all off so you could get at the mattress and fix the damn springs."

"Sorry, sweet," Duo met her eyes with a grin. "I'm easily distracted."

Spencer glanced at Wufei, and he shook his head slightly. Spencer made a slight gesture and Wufei gestured back, putting that down.

"So," Quatre caught Spencer's attention easily. "Are you up for a promotion with this job? Is that why you took it?"

Spencer stared back at him a moment, then looked down without moving his head. "This job was a promotion."

Quatre wasn't expecting that.

Spencer sighed and shifted back in his seat. "I think I need to head home, Bella," he muttered. "I have to work early tomorrow and I don't want to usurp all of your brother's time."

"Worried you didn't impress him?" Heero asked sweetly, moving back into the room.

Spencer, who'd stood, stopped and blinked at the guy.

"Worried that your job isn't good enough for his sister? Figure Quatre's already decided against you?"

"Heero..." Belour started.

"No," Heero gestured at her calm. "It's a perfectly valid question...or are you more bothered by Duo's attentions?"

"It's obvious I'm not wanted here," Spencer informed Heero pointedly.

"Aren't you? We were looking forward to meeting you all day, seeing how you carried yourself...seeing how you dealt with our little annoyances," he gestured at Duo. "The jealousy is cute and all...but that's not how you keep the girl."

"You're an ass," Belour snapped, looking to Duo as the full game became obvious to her. "I didn't even think...oh...Spence..."

Heero smirked and receded so the man could focus on the woman. They muttered to each other quietly as Duo shifted back in his seat and folded his arms behind his head.

"Weren't you going to fix her bed?" Wufei asked Duo curiously, studying his fingernails. "You did tell her you'd make the squeaking stop."

"Yeah, I guess," Duo muttered, rising languidly and smirking more at Spencer. "Belour and I have been friends for the last four or five years. I do have to say you dealt with me rather even-handedly...though I do have to figure you're not one to fight."

Belle grabbed one of his muscled biceps pointedly, glaring into his eyes.

"I'm fixing your bed," Duo retorted to the look as he moved from the room. "Calm down."

"I haven't backed down," Trowa noted happily. "I'm much more subtle than our braided friend, though."

"What?" Belour asked him sweetly.

Trowa smirked at Spencer, rising to his feet as well, then moved around the pair easily. "I'm helping Duo."

Spencer glared after him.

"I told you it wasn't worth demanding about," Wufei noted happily as he also started toward the door. "The peanut-gallery has been properly distracted by the sweet-scented bed of a female...so you won't have to bother with us until it's time to chase us out."

Belour gasped a little at that, understanding his meaning, then started to smack at him...but he disappeared.

Heero stood there a moment with a smirk, looking Spencer over, then winked at Belour and headed from the room.

"You," Belour hissed, turning on Quatre.

"Me, what?" Quatre demanded. "If you like him then he's obviously good in sweet times...but what about the bad?" He rose to his feet and looked Spencer over as he headed to the door. "You may not want to tell him about how Duo knows that your bed squeaks...or when he first found it out...or how many times he's promised you he'd fix it." He smirked at the guy. "And from me to you...as one man to another...if you hurt my sister it'll be more than your life. But if you tell anyone about our names or the jobs you've come to realize we do...you'll wish you had just hurt her."

"Quatre!" Belour snapped.

"If he blows Duo's cover," Quatre said very pointedly to the girl, "you're not going to like what happens. If he mentions off-hand to someone that he knows who Victor's apprentices are, he's going to regret it. You know we value our privacy," he glanced at Spencer, "so you better make sure he gets it, too. I'm going to make sure no one paws through your underwear for shits and giggles. This shouldn't take Duo more than a half hour to figure out. I'll see you in the morning...it was nice meeting you, Spence," he added, meeting the guy's eyes. "Have a good night."

Spencer nodded.

Quatre turned, and started for his sister's room.

He really figured Wufei would get into her drawers to bug him...and he wanted to be there so the thought of the attempt could supply ample reaction...he also wanted to give Spencer the time to rise to the height of his indignation. He wasn't going to approve of the man unless he could keep his head...and they would actually be leaving the next day...so he didn't have a lot of time.