Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Maters ❯ Chapter 4
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: dubird 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 678 | Visits: 212 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 678 | Visits: 212 | Status: Completed
Title: Family Matters
Author: Dubird
Website: http://www.thegwg.com
Pairings: None
Rating: PG for some swearing
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. This is just one of the many fan spawned writings of another crazy person. I also go to college and have lots of loans to pay off, so if you're looking for money, you've come to the wrong place!
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Quatre cut into the cake with gusto, feeling more like himself then he had in a long time. He watched Duo flirting with the waitress and Wufei eating his cake quietly in the corner, and felt himself unwind a little bit. 'Duo was right,' he thought to himself. 'I did need this.'
He settled back into his char just as Duo hopped up. "We need refills! What're ya drinking, Quatre?"
"Um, that's ok. I'm fine with this," he answered, tapping his glass of Coke on the rim.
Duo shrugged. "Suit yourself!" He wandered over to the bar, talking animatedly with several waitresses along the way. Quatre took a sip of his drink, and looked over at Wufei. "Did you have anything to do with this?" he asked, amusement making his baby blue eyes sparkle.
Wufei shook his head. "This was not something I had a hand in. I think he set it up a couple of months ago."
"Really?"
"Yes. I think he was hoping the others would be able to show up as well. He told me he had invited them, but hadn't heard from them."
Quatre nodded. A surprise party was something Duo would try and set up on his own. "So you survived three days locked in a shuttle with him?" he asked, teasing slightly. It was no secret that Wufei and Duo hadn't gotten along very well, though they respected each other's abilities to be able to work as part of the same team without a problem.
He watched in amusement as Wufei stifled a groan. "Yes, I did survive, though I think I've heard enough conversation to last me the rest of my life."
"He does enjoy talking."
"Did you know he talks to the shuttle craft?" Wufei said with exasperation. "I think he's on a permanent sugar high."
Quatre laughed at that. "Well, I think he talks simply because he's trying to be friendly."
"Yes, well, there's a highly intelligent mind lurking behind that fool's facade. I just wonder why he continues to play the fool."
"I don't know." Quatre shook his head in confusion, then looked up a bit startled as Wufei switched seats to sit next to him. "So, what's wrong?" the Chinese pilot asked him, looking as calm as he would if he had asked about the weather.
"What are you talking about?" Quatre replied, keeping his smile firmly in place.
Wufei steepled his fingers in front of him and gave Quatre a serious look. "In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you this tired. I don't think it's just work."
Quatre sighed and put down his drink. He returned Wufei's gaze with a look just a serious, trying to reorient himself. This was defiantly not something he expected out of Wufei. He had always had a lot of respect for the pilot of Shenlong, but he had never really gotten to know him. "It is just work. I don't think I was cut out to be a paper pusher."
Wufei raised an eyebrow and was about to reply when Duo slid back into his chair with two glasses in his hand. "Here," he said, pushing one in front of Quatre. "Drink up, you'll like this one. It's nice and smooth." Quatre rolled his eyes, but obediently picked up his glass and took a sip.
Then nearly dropped it from the sharp taste in his mouth. "What is this, 180 proof?" he coughed out.
Duo laughed. "Hey, just wanted to see if you were still awake!"
Quatre found himself laughing along. Duo's laugh had that effect. He was glad for the short break from reality, and decided he'd better enjoy it while he could.
Author: Dubird
Website: http://www.thegwg.com
Pairings: None
Rating: PG for some swearing
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. This is just one of the many fan spawned writings of another crazy person. I also go to college and have lots of loans to pay off, so if you're looking for money, you've come to the wrong place!
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Quatre cut into the cake with gusto, feeling more like himself then he had in a long time. He watched Duo flirting with the waitress and Wufei eating his cake quietly in the corner, and felt himself unwind a little bit. 'Duo was right,' he thought to himself. 'I did need this.'
He settled back into his char just as Duo hopped up. "We need refills! What're ya drinking, Quatre?"
"Um, that's ok. I'm fine with this," he answered, tapping his glass of Coke on the rim.
Duo shrugged. "Suit yourself!" He wandered over to the bar, talking animatedly with several waitresses along the way. Quatre took a sip of his drink, and looked over at Wufei. "Did you have anything to do with this?" he asked, amusement making his baby blue eyes sparkle.
Wufei shook his head. "This was not something I had a hand in. I think he set it up a couple of months ago."
"Really?"
"Yes. I think he was hoping the others would be able to show up as well. He told me he had invited them, but hadn't heard from them."
Quatre nodded. A surprise party was something Duo would try and set up on his own. "So you survived three days locked in a shuttle with him?" he asked, teasing slightly. It was no secret that Wufei and Duo hadn't gotten along very well, though they respected each other's abilities to be able to work as part of the same team without a problem.
He watched in amusement as Wufei stifled a groan. "Yes, I did survive, though I think I've heard enough conversation to last me the rest of my life."
"He does enjoy talking."
"Did you know he talks to the shuttle craft?" Wufei said with exasperation. "I think he's on a permanent sugar high."
Quatre laughed at that. "Well, I think he talks simply because he's trying to be friendly."
"Yes, well, there's a highly intelligent mind lurking behind that fool's facade. I just wonder why he continues to play the fool."
"I don't know." Quatre shook his head in confusion, then looked up a bit startled as Wufei switched seats to sit next to him. "So, what's wrong?" the Chinese pilot asked him, looking as calm as he would if he had asked about the weather.
"What are you talking about?" Quatre replied, keeping his smile firmly in place.
Wufei steepled his fingers in front of him and gave Quatre a serious look. "In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you this tired. I don't think it's just work."
Quatre sighed and put down his drink. He returned Wufei's gaze with a look just a serious, trying to reorient himself. This was defiantly not something he expected out of Wufei. He had always had a lot of respect for the pilot of Shenlong, but he had never really gotten to know him. "It is just work. I don't think I was cut out to be a paper pusher."
Wufei raised an eyebrow and was about to reply when Duo slid back into his chair with two glasses in his hand. "Here," he said, pushing one in front of Quatre. "Drink up, you'll like this one. It's nice and smooth." Quatre rolled his eyes, but obediently picked up his glass and took a sip.
Then nearly dropped it from the sharp taste in his mouth. "What is this, 180 proof?" he coughed out.
Duo laughed. "Hey, just wanted to see if you were still awake!"
Quatre found himself laughing along. Duo's laugh had that effect. He was glad for the short break from reality, and decided he'd better enjoy it while he could.