Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Maters ❯ Chapter 6
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: dubird 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 632 | Visits: 208 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 632 | Visits: 208 | 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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After a few minutes drinking in the night air, Quatre fished his key card out of his wallet and let himself back into the office building. He nodded absently to the security guard, who seemed a bit surprised to see him, and started down the hallway towards the elevator. He was lost in thought when he heard Rashid's voice come seemingly out of nowhere.
"Master Quatre, you really shouldn't be here this late." The giant Maguqanc's voice was faintly amused, but still stern.
"Rashid!" Quatre cleared his throat to cover his surprise. "I didn't know you were still here. I just had some things I needed to clear up."
"So did you enjoy the party?" Rashid asked him, struggling not to laugh.
"How...? You were in on that, weren't you?" he replied, feeling a flush of anger melt into chagrin.
"Not until earlier. Your friend called this afternoon and told me what he had in mind."
Quatre shook his head. "I thought I saw you. I should have guessed. Sometimes I wonder just who is in charge of who here," he said ruefully. He took a deep breath, then looked directly into Rashid's eyes. "There is something I do have to say. Would it be to much trouble to come up to my office with me?"
Rashid looked down at his young friend, noticing the serious look in his normally cheerful face. "Does this have anything to do with what you told your friends outside?" he asked, trying for innocence.
Quatre's jaw dropped. "You heard that?" He closed his eyes. "That's not how I wanted you to find out. I'm sorry."
"But it's not how we found out, Master Quatre. We've known for a number of years."
The blond Arab just stood there, completely floored. "You...knew? And you didn't say anything?"
Rashid nodded.
"But..why?" The question came out a bit harsher than he had intended, but he couldn't keep the bitterness from his voice.
Rashid sighed softly. "Your father told me just before he died. He asked that we not tell you, but he wanted us to know the truth." He placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, who had turned around in an effort to remain composed. "It has never matter to us how you were born, Master Quatre. We have pledged to serve you, and we will. And not just because of our pledge, but because we want to. You are part of our family. You always have been."
After a moment, he heard a quiet laugh from Quatre, who was shaking his head. "Do you ever feel like your life has just suddenly been put on another path?" he asked softly. He turned around, then, and Rashid noticed a small smile on his face. "Never mind, don't answer that." Quatre shook his head again.
"If I had known about the vid, I would have told you sooner."
"No, that's all right, Rashid," Quatre answered him. "I understand why you didn't say anything." He smiled then, feeling as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders. "What's in the past should stay there, right?"
Rashid nodded. "I believe that's the way it should be, yes."
Quatre grinned at him. "Then, we'll leave it there." He continued down the hallway, his step a bit lighter as he went. 'Duo was right,' he thought to himself, feeling a bit better knowing he still had his family.
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!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After a few minutes drinking in the night air, Quatre fished his key card out of his wallet and let himself back into the office building. He nodded absently to the security guard, who seemed a bit surprised to see him, and started down the hallway towards the elevator. He was lost in thought when he heard Rashid's voice come seemingly out of nowhere.
"Master Quatre, you really shouldn't be here this late." The giant Maguqanc's voice was faintly amused, but still stern.
"Rashid!" Quatre cleared his throat to cover his surprise. "I didn't know you were still here. I just had some things I needed to clear up."
"So did you enjoy the party?" Rashid asked him, struggling not to laugh.
"How...? You were in on that, weren't you?" he replied, feeling a flush of anger melt into chagrin.
"Not until earlier. Your friend called this afternoon and told me what he had in mind."
Quatre shook his head. "I thought I saw you. I should have guessed. Sometimes I wonder just who is in charge of who here," he said ruefully. He took a deep breath, then looked directly into Rashid's eyes. "There is something I do have to say. Would it be to much trouble to come up to my office with me?"
Rashid looked down at his young friend, noticing the serious look in his normally cheerful face. "Does this have anything to do with what you told your friends outside?" he asked, trying for innocence.
Quatre's jaw dropped. "You heard that?" He closed his eyes. "That's not how I wanted you to find out. I'm sorry."
"But it's not how we found out, Master Quatre. We've known for a number of years."
The blond Arab just stood there, completely floored. "You...knew? And you didn't say anything?"
Rashid nodded.
"But..why?" The question came out a bit harsher than he had intended, but he couldn't keep the bitterness from his voice.
Rashid sighed softly. "Your father told me just before he died. He asked that we not tell you, but he wanted us to know the truth." He placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, who had turned around in an effort to remain composed. "It has never matter to us how you were born, Master Quatre. We have pledged to serve you, and we will. And not just because of our pledge, but because we want to. You are part of our family. You always have been."
After a moment, he heard a quiet laugh from Quatre, who was shaking his head. "Do you ever feel like your life has just suddenly been put on another path?" he asked softly. He turned around, then, and Rashid noticed a small smile on his face. "Never mind, don't answer that." Quatre shook his head again.
"If I had known about the vid, I would have told you sooner."
"No, that's all right, Rashid," Quatre answered him. "I understand why you didn't say anything." He smiled then, feeling as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders. "What's in the past should stay there, right?"
Rashid nodded. "I believe that's the way it should be, yes."
Quatre grinned at him. "Then, we'll leave it there." He continued down the hallway, his step a bit lighter as he went. 'Duo was right,' he thought to himself, feeling a bit better knowing he still had his family.