Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven Sent ❯ New Partner ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything relating to it.

// \\ = thoughts

~ = different point of view ( and I switch points of view a little too much, so be aware.)

~*~ = moving forward in time

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Trowa was woken from his sleep by the sound of someone knocking on the front door. Rolling out of bed he looked at the clock, its neon red numbers flashed 10:15 A.M. "Who on earth could possible be knocking on my door?" he grumbled as he stumbled out of his room, in just his boxers, towards the direction of the noise. When he reached the door he yanked it open and barked, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

The man in the hallway stood shock by such hostility " I . . . I . . . I'm . . . umm . . . Quatre Winner and I . . . umm . . . am your new umm . . . partner and roommate," he stammered, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves - not looking the other man in the eye.

Trowa eyed the young man in the hallway suspiciously, "I don't have a partner," he snorted rather annoyed. Folding his arms across his bare chest, he glared at the man who was standing in front of him. The young man was wearing a brown leather coat and had two large suitcases place on each side of his body. He had light golden blonde hair and large aqua blue eyes, which his face seemed almost child-like. He was shorter than Trowa by about a half a head and despite his appearance he was probably in his early to mid twenties. Trowa had never seen this man before in his life but somehow the blonde looked somewhat familiar.

"Umm . . . You are Trowa Barton, aren't you?" He said, suddenly very uneasy. Had he made a mistake?

Trowa merely nodded in response, while the blonde in front of him let out a sigh of relief.

"Good," He said with a little more confidence, but one look at a very unhappy Trowa completely shattered his resolve. "Umm . . . the Chief said . . . that I . . . umm . . . was to be your new . . . umm . . . partner . . . and that I was . . . umm . . .to stay here with you . . . for as long as I'm here." Quatre said nervously, shaking in his shoes. Why did this man scare him so much? //Curses, why do I get all the hard cases?\\ He would never be able to work with such a ill-mannered, egotistical, insolent (yet good looking) man.

"The Chief said that, huh? Well I think the Chief made a mistake," said Trowa unfolding his arms. Looking at the blonde in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him; he looks so scared and lost. Besides, It wasn't his fault the Chief made a mistake and Trowa wasn't completely heartless. "Why don't you come in for awhile and we can straighten this whole mess out?" he said as he ushered the young man in.

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~ The apartment was fairly large but it wasn't huge, Quatre noted as he entered. The living room was surprisingly clean except of a few beer bottles and a newspaper scattered over what could be a glass coffee table. The furniture was simple but stylish; there was a brown leather sofa in the center of the room facing the same wall as the door with matching lounge chairs to either side. The floor was primarily wood except a large cream rug under the furniture set. The walls were an off-white color and void of any art and/or photographs. There was a splendid entertainment unit positioned on the wall across from the sofa with a 32" TV, DVD player with surround speakers and a huge stereo system. The wall, opposite the door, was virtually all windows with a sliding glass door that lead to the terrace. Off to his right was an arched alcove that held three oak doors; two on the sides, facing each other, and one in the middle. They were probably the doors that lead two the bedrooms and bathroom. To the left, the living room merged with the kitchen. There was a bar that separated the kitchen and the living room with a couple of stools.

"Why don't you put your stuff down and have a seat Mr. Winner?" asked Trowa, "and if you don't mind I would like to get dressed." Quatre nodded and watched as Trowa went off throw one of the oak door. In the mean time he sat down in one of the lounge chairs and looked around the room again //This really is a lovely apartment, too bad he's such a jerk. At least he's trying to be polite.\\ The mid-morning sun was beaming in threw the windows giving the place an almost heavenly glow. Quatre wondered how Trowa ever got such a wonderful place. //Why do I get all the hard assignments?\\ Quatre thought //It really is quite unfair \\

~ Trowa emerged from his room a few minutes later to find the young man sitting in one of the chairs lost in thought. "Well," said Trowa, causing the blonde to jump in surprise. "Shall we call the Chief and get this whole mess straightened out?" Quatre nodded and watched as Trowa headed for the kitchen.

~*~

The phone only rang twice before someone answered, "Hello, Police Chief Jankin's office, this is Nancy, how may I help you?"

"Nancy, this is Trowa Barton. Is the Chief there?"

"No, he's taken the next few weeks off, but he left you a message. Would you like to come in and pick it up?"

Trowa paused for a moment //He's on vacation at a time like this. He truly is an idiot.\\ "No Nancy, why don't you just read the message over the phone?"

There was along pause and Trowa could hear the rustling of papers as Nancy searched for the message. A few minutes later the rustling stopped and he heard Nancy clear her throat. "Alright, here it is. The note states and I quote -

Inspector Trowa Barton, I assume that you have already meet Mr. Winner. Good. Now you listen to me you lazy ass Son-of-a-Bitch. I should have fired you for that last stunt you pulled And don't think that I wasn't going to, because I was about to when the Bureau sent us an agent and requested that he be partnered with you. Heaven only knows why but how could I refuse; you off all people need a babysitter and from what I hear Mr. Winner is one of the best in his department. I thought it would be best since he's new in town that he should stay with you in the apartment `I' got for you. So if you don't want to lose your job and the apartment I'm letting you stay in, I suggest you try your hardest to get along with him. Also if I hear of you disobeying any of my orders I will can your ass as soon as I get back, request from the top or not. Is that understood?

- That's all the note says Sir."

"Thank you Nancy that will do," Trowa replied trying to keep his voice calm. He gently hung up the phone and walked back into the living room. //How could they do this to HIM?\\

~ "Well, it looks like you were right," Trowa said matter-of-factly. He grabbed a coat, which Quatre hadn't even noticed, of the other chair and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Quatre asked not really sure if he wanted an answer.

"I'm going out. It's my day off and I don't intent to waste it by sitting around here. Feel free to make yourself at home." With that he walked out the door and left Quatre alone in the apartment. With a sigh, the blonde set to work unpacking and getting himself settled.

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The room was plain with only a bed and chest of drawers; it was apparent, by the layers of undisturbed dust, that this room had not been touched or inhabited for quite a while. "First things first," Quatre said to himself as he changed out of his suit into a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt. "Lets see what he has for cleaning supplies."

The only thing Trowa had for cleaning supplies was some Lysol under the sink. //How pathetic. No wonder the place is so neat; he has people come in and clean\\ "Well it looks like I need to go shopping" he grumbled. Quatre check the rest of the apartment to see what else he would have to get. The fridge was practically empty, as were the cupboards. //What does this guy live on? Take-out?\\ Once his shopping list made out Quatre set out; hopping that he was not making the biggest mistake of his life by coming here.

~ He had been driving around for an hour now and he still couldn't get the blonde off his mind. Why did the he effect him like this? The blonde wasn't anyone special, if anything Trowa had a good reason to hate him -- He waltzes in out of nowhere and is trying to still his glory; well what glory he had left. His career had gone down hill for the past two years and didn't appear to be improving anytime soon. //If only things hadn't gone wrong.\\

Trowa had been lost in thoughts of the past when familiar flashing lights caught his eye. Immediately Trowa pulled over, parked his car and walk toward the direction lights only to have his view blocked by two burly officers. One was a whole head taller than Trowa with thick dark hair and piercing blue eyes, while the other was about an inch shorter than Trowa with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Trowa knew the men from the precinct he worked for, but he'd never taken the time to learn their names, or anyone else's from the precinct; he always thought that such things were a waste of time and brain power. "Gentlemen, would you get out of my way?" he demanded staring the bigger of the two men in the eye and trying to push his way past.

"Not so fast Barton. We have strict orders not to let you near any crime sense today," the dark haired one said.

"Oh really," Trowa said in a mocking voice that was on the brink of sounding annoyed. "And by whose orders may I ask?"

"The Chief's orders sir," the blonde piped in. He was apparently nervous; Trowa always appeared calm and rash, but he could take down any man at the precinct if he wanted to.

"Oh, carry on then," he said, remembering what the Chief's note had said about him loosing his job and Trowa did not want to loose his job.

The men stared as Trowa walked back to his car. This was the first time in history that this had every happed; the men would certainly remember this moment for the rest of their lives. They quickly ran back to tell the rest of the men what had just happen - Trowa Barton had just obeyed an order.

Trowa grumbled to himself all the way back to the car. //This can't be happening to me. What's left of my reputation will be ruined by this.\\ Today was not turning out to be a good day for him all because of that little blonde.

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He returned home still in a huff, and was shocked at the condition his apartment was in. The door to the spare bedroom was open, there was a pile a blankets and sheets near the couch; there where bags of every sort scattered around the whole living room. The kitchen was in just as bad of shape; there were grocery bags covering the entire counter and part of the floor. While Trowa was surveying the scene Quatre emerged from the room carrying a dish rag and some Pledge. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY APARTMENT!?" Trowa roared, his calm composer had been pushed to its limits.

The blonde froze in place, apparently he hadn't notice the other man until he yelled. "I . . . I . . . I went shopping . . . and . . . and hadn't had time . . . umm . . . to put every thing . . . away yet," stammered Quatre.

"Fine, just make sure that it's completely cleaned and soon." Trowa wasn't a neat freak but he hated a messy house, it showed a lack of character. He, himself, didn't have time to clean much so he hired a maid service that came every Thursday.

This had been the last straw and Trowa had had all he could take for one day. He stormed off to his room to try and gain some composure.

~ Quatre watched as Trowa stomped into his room. Things were not turning out the way he wanted them to. He had hoped to have everything done before he came home as sort of a surprise, but that hadn't worked. //Maybe dinner will go better.\\ With a sigh Quatre set to work on cleaning up his mess and fixing dinner.

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He had just put the finishing touches on dinner when Trowa emerged from his room with a stack of papers. The dark haired man stood there apparently in awe of what he saw. Quatre looked around trying to see what was so amazing. Sure he had cleaned the place until it shined but that wasn't it. The only thing that it could possible be was the oak table set he had bought along with a dinette set, along with some curtains that now hung over the glass wall. He had even taken the liberty to light a few candles, because of the calming effect they had on him and with the hectic day he had today the effect was more than welcome.

It was a shame that the candles didn't have the same effect on Trowa because the first thing out his mouth was "WHAT THE HELL!?"

"What do you mean, `What the hell'?" Quatre snapped starting to become annoyed with the impudent treatment he was getting.

"What is that and that," indicating the table and curtains. He was not impressed with the fact that this `man' was moving in and taking over his place and messing with things.

"For your information it happens to be a table with dishes and food and silverware and those a curtains," he said angrily. Quatre had had about all he could take of `Trowa Barton'. //Why me? I, of all people, don't deserve this.\\

"I know what they are. But what are they doing in `my' apartment?" he said trying to keep his voice calm and trying not to kill the blonde thing in front of him.

"It's `our" apartment now and I thought that they would look nice. Besides you didn't have any food and hardly any dishes or silverware. I also thought that it would be nice to have a table to eat off of and unlike you I don't like the world knowing my business so I put up some curtains." For the first time in his life Quatre had to fight the urge to strangle someone. He was normally even tempered and could usually get himself out of situations by talking rather than fighting but something about this man made Quatre want to kill Trowa were he stood.

Even though he was seething with anger he managed to keep his voice calm while he asked "Why don't we sit down and eat before the food gets cold and fight about the table and curtains later?"

Not wanting to fight any more Trowa just nodded and sat down in one of the chairs. Quatre served the dish he made - marinated teriyaki chicken and rice. It smelled delicious but that was the last thing Trowa would admit. So they ate in silence.

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~ After dinner Trowa watched as Quatre cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. He couldn't help but notice how gracefully the smaller man moved as he cleaned; his muscles flexing ever so slightly under his shirt as he reached to place things in the cupboards or wiping down the counter. Trowa was very comfortable with his sexuality to admit when a guy was good looking; to bad the guy in front of him infuriated him at ever turn.

Quatre finished cleaning the kitchen and turned to Trowa, anger still etched into his delicate features. Before the blonde could utter a word Trowa muttered, " The table and curtains are fine where they are."

The blonde's whole face softened and a small light seemed to enter his eyes; he truly had gorgeous eyes, a light aqua marine color that seemed to glow in the dying sunlight that lit the room. "Thank you, Trowa," he utter quietly as a small smile graced his lips. Who new such a small victory could make him so happy?

Trowa sighed, this was a major blow to his ego. How was he ever going to recover form today's events? He had half a mind to take back what he said about the table and curtains but all that came out of his mouth was "You're welcome and if you'll excuse me I have some paper work to catch up on, so I'll see you in the morning." Quatre nodded and Trowa went to his room.

~*~

Trowa tried to work but found his thoughts drifted to the days events. In one day his life had been turned completely up side down and it was all because of that blonde in the other room. He let his thoughts linger on Quatre, //What is it about him that seems so familiar? \\ With a heavy sigh, Trowa shut off his work lamp and climbed into bed. Maybe if he was lucky he would at least get a good night's sleep tonight.

TBC . . .

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Please R&R, it would really mean a lot to me and don't be afraid to say some negative comments, they help me out just as much as the positive ones do. I would also be very interested if you had any thoughts on how to make the story better. I also apologize for this chapter being so crappy; my beta reader has left me to fend for myself and I suck. So if you notice the mistakes please tell me. Thank you very much.