Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ironic ❯ Miracles Can Happen ( Chapter 2 )

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Ironic - Chapter II - Miracles Can Happen

"I don't see how he can peel his sight off of her…he completely blames himself…I don't see how it's his fault…" Quatre said as he pulled a chair for Dorothy at the coffee shop downstairs. She sat down and sipped her coffee, and put her mug down.

"He told me he was the reason why she was miserable to begin with…they quarreled last night, about Colonel Rodriguez, and he told me everything…everything…I don't blame him for it, but I blame myself for it…" She took a deep breath, looking at the coffee mug.

He pulled up a seat, and sat down, startled.

"How is it your fault?"

"I told Relena that no one wants a desperate woman…She must have assumed that she should have been playing hard all along, they fought, she was devastated, and tried to kill herself…"

"But you never told her to kill herself!"

"I felt like I was the one who shoved those sleeping pills down her throat, Quatre!"

"And who says she intended to do that on purpose? Don't blame yourself, Dorothy…"

"Why do all of the few things I treasure have to be taken away from me? Why do I ruin things then regret it in the end?"

"Don't say that Dorothy…"

"Now I'm going to lose Relena, like I lost my father, and my mother…the same way I-I…"

She closed her eyes hard for a moment, and then opened them to look into his eyes.

"…I lost you…" She finished, her eyes bleary. She looked at her coffee mug, and sipped the nearly boiling liquid frightened, unsure of what to say, what to think even.

His eyes widened in surprise. "But I thought you said--…"

"Romafellar didn't approve of our relationship…they said it would ruin my career, and the association with it. Imagine a delegate of Romafellar having a steady relationship with a former gundam pilot…they told me people were already talking…but I didn't give a damn about my career, I couldn't care less about what other people thought…I threatened to resign…" She paused dramatically for a minute.

"But then, they said your life was at risk …I was terrified…"

"I could perfectly take--…"

"I knew you would never believe me if I told you the truth…I knew you wouldn't care about the consequences…so that night you proposed…I made up a story that I never really did love you, and I only used you, then I got bored playing with you," she continued on.

He was stunned. He didn't know what to say.

"It was the hardest thing I've ever done, Quatre…It took me everything I had to give you up with those little words…Imagine a single statement ruined it all for both of us…I pretended I didn't care when I saw the devastated look on your face…those empty eyes, that shattered look, I will never forget that look for the rest of my life…"

"You did love me after all?"

She looked away, hesitantly running her hand through her hair.

'I'm so in love with him, I can't even see straight," she thought.

Her eyes refocused on him.

"But you're still alive, Quatre…and happy, and I'm contented with that…that's all that matters…right?" She smiled at him glumly.

"I may be alive…but I'm not happy…"

"It was for the best…There are so many girls out there, they are more suitable for you…you can have your pick…"

He looked profoundly into her eyes and enclosed her cold hand with his warm one.

"What do you say we try again? Forget the past, forget Romafellar," he replied softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. Their gazes grew intense, and his face drew nearer to hers and ached to capture her lips in a kiss. She closed her eyes for a moment as he closed the painful gap between them. His grip on her hand tightened, and he rose up to meet her lips. Their lips brushed tenderly, intensifying by the moment. Her lips felt like silk against his, and he could perfectly remember that first kiss they shared, ages upon ages ago. It seemed like forever since.

She pulled away, slipping her hand off of his, and stood up. "I knew I'd say something stupid, like I love you…"

He got up quickly, and grabbed her wrist. "I told myself I'd never give you another chance again, yet alone love once more…but I find myself making an exception…"

"Forget everything I said, pretend it never happened…pretend we never came here…please…"

"Can't you see? What I felt for you hasn't changed, and you just showed me you felt the same way, and I don't see why you prefer misery…can't you understand your misery is mine too?"

Just as then, Dorothy's phone rang, and she signaled for him to let go of her wrist. He dropped it, looking away. She rummaged in her purse to look for the buzzing phone, and found it, answering.

"Hello?"

"It's Relena, something went wrong."

"What's wrong, Heero?"

"Just get up here."

"Fine. We'll be there," she replied rudely. She looked at his fretful face.

"It's Lena, something's gone wrong," She said, stuffing her phone into her purse.

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Dorothy and Quatre nearly stumbled out into the hallway, with worried looks on their faces.

"What happened, Heero?" Dorothy placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I saw her body convulsing violently, I called the nurse from her post, once the doctors came in, I asked to get in, but they wouldn't let me…" Heero replied, looking fixedly through the glass, and the situation she was in. He watched the doctor and the nurses looking vexed. A nurse noticed all three of them staring inside and walked over to cover the window with white curtains.

Dorothy started worrying helplessly, removing her hand off of Heero's shoulder, turning around and falling into Quatre's arms.

"She's going to be fine…these medical employees are the best in the world…" He stroked her hair gently, savoring how it felt to touch her once more.

Heero pounded his fist on the wall, and Quatre feared that he would break it.

She pulled away from him, looking at him dully, remembering that she shouldn't go crying in his arms again like a baby.

Quatre's phone rang unexpectedly, and he turned it on, walking away to the dark corner to receive his call. Dorothy looked at his retreating figure, vaguely remembering how he stalked away like that, after she dropped him like a hot potato. Her focus shifted back to Heero.

"Tell her," she said.

"I've caused her enough pain, Dorothy," he snapped, exasperated.

"It's what you didn't do that caused her pain," she bit back.

"But who are you to tell me all of this, when you can't even tell Winner the truth?"

"I just did…not all of it though," She replied quietly, running her hand uncomfortably down her hair.

He looked away, and swallowed uneasily. "I don't deserve her…"

"Let's have a deal…"

"I can't do a deal at a time like this!" His head snapped back to gape at her.

"You tell her the whole truth, and I'll tell him the whole truth…we will give them the truth they both deserve to know."

"I don't know what the truth is anymore…"

The door opened painfully slow, an elderly nurse coming out and closing the door behind her.

Heero ran a hand through his mass of unruly hair. "How is she?" He asked, anxious.

"She's stable, for the moment, she will be in good health…"

"Let me go see her." It sounded more of a demand rather than a request.

"I'm sorry, sir. Her condition is far too delicate."

"But you said she's in good health!"

"I'm sorry, sir." The nurse looked uneasily at him, and walked away quickly.

"Damn it all!" He stifled out, pounding his fast even harder on the wall.

"Calm down, Heero, please." Dorothy spoke gently, trying to prevent any commotion Heero could do.

Heero only glared at Dorothy in reply.

"She wouldn't want you to act this way…stay quiet, and wait…for her sake..." She told him, even though his features remained angry and impatient.

Just as then, a doctor emerged from the room, carrying a clipboard, and recording something.

He glanced at Heero. "Ah, there you are."

"Miss Peacecraft's condition has progressed. We thought something was wrong, and we seemed to have lost her, but a miracle of some sort happened, I don't know how, I don't know why, but she's well now, and that's all that matters…" He smiled and patted Heero on the shoulder, and walked away.

"May I see her?"

"Why not?" He smiled at him, and turned around, walking away.

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He entered the eerie hospital room, seeing a nurse tucking Relena in with the covers, he glared at her, and that was enough for the nurse to scuttle out of her room.

He heard the door close as the nurse rushed out of the room, but didn't focus on it much because he looked at Relena.

He noticed her unhealthy physical appearance, but he saw some improvement in her state. She was no longer unconscious, but she needed some sleep.

He sat by her bedside running the back of his dry hand down her cold, pale face, caressing it sensitively.

"I thought I would never be able to say this to anyone…ever…but," He started.

"You were right, I didn't know how to feel…until you came along and showed me…" He took a long, deep breath.

"And those times when you accused me I was jealous…and I just grunted back in reply…I was, I really was, I was just this arrogant bastard who was too conceited to look at the truth…" A hushed chuckle came out of his mouth.

"But what I admire the most out of you were not scared to let me know how you feel, and I--…"

"I love you, for everything that you are, and everything that you will be…I know I am unworthy of that chance to prove it to you, but I'd sure want to try this time…"

He knew what he said was enough. It was a good start. He would gather the strength he needed to say it for her to actually hear.

He kissed her forehead, and took her hand, grasping it, promising never to let go.

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Quatre walked back to the hall, his hand on his pocket. As Dorothy saw him, she smiled faintly then looked back on the floor.

"Where's Heero?"

"The doctor finally let him in…I decided I would talk to her later…"

"I suppose you're right," he replied, insecure.

"Yeah," she answered, just as shaky.

"About our talk a while ago…" She started hesitantly, trying to prevent that peculiar silence between them.

"Must we talk about it?" He squirmed touchily.

"You have the right to know the truth…"

"But I don't know whether I should believe you or not because apparently those "truths" you've been telling me, have no actual truth to them!"

"You don't understand how difficult it is--…"

"I know you, Dorothy. You're manipulative and you could do whatever you want in three easy steps."

She was left speechless. She realized how much she has hurt him, and how that distress made him change the way he thought of her.

"I don't want to be the fool anymore, Dorothy," he added, frustrated.

"I don't care if you no longer want to see me again, just please listen to whatever I wish to say."

"If you've always lied to me then, why should I bother listening now?"

"Please…" She asked pleadingly.

He huffed impatiently, giving up. "All right then."

"I know that I'm a scheming, manipulative…bitch, I could do whatever I want, whenever I want, and I always ask for something in return…But you changed everything…You taught me kindness was something that did exist in the world, and that one can love another unconditionally, and it has changed everything," she then hesitated.

"I always was in love with you, and I always will be, no association, or person can change that," she finished.

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