Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Of Laptops & Love Letters ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

AN: There should only be a few more chapters left to this fic. Maybe three more at the most. Needless to say, the torture is far from over for poor Heero. The worst is yet to come. -snicker- Oh so evil…

Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. And even if you do sue… you might get a cracker, it’s about all I got. You wouldn’t take a starving woman’s last cracker, would you? :-P   Of Laptops & Love Letters   Chapter 11   By: Penybright

“Heero, what---” Relena’s question died away to a squeak as the lights suddenly cut off.

“I’m going to kill him,” Heero muttered under his breath, knowing this could be the handiwork of only one man. Relena fidgeted in the dark, not sure what was going on. It was just a minor malfunction, right? This kind of thing happened all the time. They’d have it fixed soon, and she…

“Relena?”

“Yes,” Relena replied a little too quickly for her taste.

“The phone’s out. Do you have---”

“I can’t believe I didn’t think of that,” Relena cut Heero short, mentally berating herself as she dug through her purse.   ________________________________________

“Abort Mission!” Duo cried, realizing too late the fatal flaw in his plan.

“Idiot,” Wufei muttered.

“Well, maybe if you’d try to help instead of…” Duo began.

“Guys, we don’t have time for this,” Quatre interjected.

“Quatre’s right. If Heero catches us here…” Trowa trailed off, leaving the rest to their imaginations.

“Let’s go,” Wufei grumbled irritably as the four pilots hastily made their escape.   ________________________________________

As the doors to the elevator slid laboriously open, Heero grimaced. A large crowd had gathered, as they often did in such circumstances. He could hear the murmurings of scandal. Suspicious eyes watched him and the Vice Foreign Minister. Deciding a speedy exit from the mall would be best, Heero grabbed Relena’s wrist and began to drag her towards the crowd.

“Heero?!”

“Trust me. We need to get you out of here before…” But it was too late. The paparazzi had already arrived on the scene. Shouldering his way through the mass of people, Heero drug Relena along with him. He just managed to shove her into the safety of the waiting limo as the mob of reporters and cameramen caught up with them.

Sliding quickly into the backseat, Heero slammed the door shut as an explosion of camera flashes went off. Running a hand through his tousled hair he sighed. This was not going to be good. Tomorrow’s tabloids would make sure of that.

Relena sat silently beside him, lost in her own despairing thoughts. Why was her life suddenly such a mess? First the threats, and then the event at the ball, the breakup with Terry, and now this…

“Pagan?”

“Yes, Miss Relena?”

“Sixty-second and Locust, please.”

Pagan nodded.

Pulling through the high, wrought iron gates, Heero wondered what Relena was here for. The entire grounds were surrounded by tall limestone walls. Gravel walkways crisscrossed and zigzagged through the green and brown speckled grass. Tress lined the walkways, the fiery colors of fall adorning their branches.

“I’ll be right back,” Relena called as she shut the limo door.

“You best stay here,” Pagan informed Heero, sending a meaningful glare back at him via the rearview mirror. Irked, Heero took the butler’s advice.

Relena’s feet carried her without any help from her brain. She knew this place well. She came to a stop before a large headstone, her father’s name carved into its cold face. She came here often when she was troubled. Kneeling down before the grave, Relena began to spill her woes.   ________________________________________

“This isn’t working. We need to tackle this from another angle…” Duo mused.

“You have Yuy’s laptop, right?” Wufei asked evenly.

“Well, yeah.”

“I think I see where Wufei’s going with this,” Trowa murmured. “Why not take the stolen information to the source?”

“You mean… give Relena Heero’s laptop,” Quatre asked in surprise. “But how would we get close enough?”

“Hm… yes. And how could we ensure that Yuy won’t squirm his way out of the confrontation.”

“We have to neutralize the threat,” Duo smirked.

“It’s going to take all four of us to pull this off.”

“I agree. This isn’t going to be easy,” Quatre frowned. “If nothing else, Heero is extremely stubborn, and he won’t go down without a fight.”

“If it’s a fight he wants, let’s give him the fight of his life,” Wufei snickered.

“If he catches us, we’ll be lucky to live through this,” Trowa sighed.

“Everybody in?” Duo smiled devilishly. The question was greeted with silence, but approval.

“Then let’s start planning. We don’t have much time.”   ________________________________________

Once back at the mansion, Heero began his rounds as Relena went straight to her room. Her mood hadn’t improved since they left the cemetery. As he watched her slowly ascend the stairs, Heero hoped that whatever was bothering her would be resolved soon. He hated to see her like this.

He checked and double checked all the security measures he had in place before heading back to his room. Latching the door firmly behind him, Heero flopped onto the bed. Tomorrow wasn’t going to be pretty. The media would twist what had happened every way but the right way. Who knew what outrageous things they’d write. By tomorrow morning fifty different versions of some tawdry story would be everywhere. It wouldn’t take long for Zechs to find out… Heero grimaced.

Heero knew he’d be after him, primed and ready to exact punishment. Punishment, Heero was sure, that would be less than pleasant, and far from painless. He didn’t think Relena would be much help, either. With the mood she was in, he’d be lucky to see her at all tomorrow. Which meant…

Sighing, Heero stood up and walked over to his desk. This was it. It was time to take matters into his own hands. Duo had gone too far. He’d been warned. It was time…for revenge.

-It’s so sweet that Heero thinks he’s going to get revenge.

Heero: -_-;