Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Quatre's Songfic Trilogy ❯ Gold Dust Woman ( Chapter 1 )

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency and such.

I've no claim whatsoever on Fleetwood Mac or their song Gold Dust Woman.

This is a 4xCB fic and Dorothy's in it as well, though I've bastardized her character somewhat (not because I hate her, just for story purposes) so if you're a major fan of her or her and Quatre then you might want to steer clear of this one.

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Such a stupid, naïve man, Dorothy thought smugly to herself as she zipped up the back of her dress. MMM. Let's see. What jewels should I wear today? Ah, the diamond and jade bracelet would look nice. One of the best birthday presents I've ever received. Thank you again Quatre. Oh you did ever so spoil me. That I shall miss but all of that money and property of yours I soon will get will be such a great comfort to me. Dorothy covered her mouth finding herself laughing out loud. Oh grandfather. I lost everything after the war-you and our estates, the rest of our family fortune. Good thing I was able to wrangle a sucker to help me gain back everything I was born into. Imagine me, Dorothy Catalonia, poor? Never. They say there is one born every minute. Poor Quatre, I did love you in a way. You were the first man to ever treat me decently and the only man who ever did love me for me and not my beauty, money or power. Too bad you allowed yourself to wear your rose-colored glasses until it was to late.

[Rock on-gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon
And dig your grave]

"Quatre. Quatre." Trowa banged on the hotel room door again. "Open up it's me and Catherine." Trowa looked over at Catherine, who was nervously biting her lip. "Stand back Cathy." Trowa took a few steps back before bringing up his leg and with a swift thrust forward he slammed his foot against the door. It flung open as if it was nothing.

"Quatre?" Cathy called, first through the door. The room was dark and quiet.

"Go away. Both of you."

Panicked Catherine flipped on the light and caught her breath seeing Quatre sitting at the table, his face hidden where it sank down between his folded arms that rested on the table. A few inches away on the table lay a gun. Cathy swallowed her tears watching Trowa as he inched slowly forward until he was able to reach the weapon and slide it away.

"Don't worry. I wasn't going to use it. Though it crossed my mind." Quatre spoke his head still down.

Trowa sat beside him with Catherine on the other side of Quatre. "We came to see if you wanted to get something to eat with us."

"Eat?" Quatre lifted his head, though his body still slumped forward. "I can't remember the last time I ate."

Trowa rose from the table. "I'll just go out and get us something. Be back as soon as I can." The room was silent as Trowa left closing the door, though the lock was busted. Catherine grew angry seeing how Dorothy had brought her dear, sweet Quatre down to this state of physical and emotional dilapidation.

Heartless bitch. Catherine screamed to herself. They say what comes around goes around and I'll be praying for the day when you get exactly what you deserve.

[Heatless Challenge
Pick your path and I'll pray]

Dorothy hummed quietly walking down the street, visiting the several shops and boutiques along the strip; she loved to shop; it had always helped her relax. Quatre would take her on the most grandiose shopping sprees. In London, Paris, all over the world, not to mention the exquisite shops that could be found on the colonies themselves.

A slight frown set on her lips. Those were wonderful times, but now, I'm a free woman. No strings. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a tall figure staring at her. His smile was perfect, as well as everything else about him. A free woman, she repeated to herself in her mind as she slowly sauntered over to where the man was standing. At least she wouldn't spend another night alone, and in the morning it could all be forgotten. Yes this was the life she wanted.

[Wake up in the morning
See you sunrise-loves-to go down
Lousy lovers-pick their prey
But the never cry out loud]

Quatre wrapped himself up in his robe and dried the excess moisture out of his hair. He had bent to Cathy's constant nagging and finally taken a shower. Catherine. The woman he should have been with all along. He had been such a fool to give her up for Dorothy. He stepped out of the bathroom and looked for her. He heard her humming and stepped around the corner seeing her tidying up the suite. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "What are these maids getting paid for anyway?"

"I wouldn't let them in. I wanted to be alone."

She threw down a small towel she'd been using as a dust rag and stepped over to him and took his hand. "Let's sit on the couch. Trowa should be back any minute with the chow." He sat down and she plopped down right next to him on her knees.

Quatre looked into her dark violet eyes, God he had made such a mistake. But at the time Dorothy had needed him more, had convinced him of how she had changed and it was all thanks to him. Oh, she had put on a grand performance, though it wasn't until he had actually married her that her true colors had begun to resurface. He had been living in denial for the past two years. She had cared nothing for him and he had given his life and heart to her, and now it seemed she was trying to take everything else from him as well. He cursed himself for still loving her. How could he still love her? Why couldn't he just let go of Dorothy and the last two years of her lies? He could not even contemplate how he was going to go on. The tears began to come again and he tried to cover them with his hands but Catherine merely pulled them away. Cradling him into her warm embrace she whispered words of comfort.

[Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now-do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home]

Dorothy rested her chin on her hands and sighed. It had been several months since her and Quatre's divorce and she once again found herself bored. She had managed to get almost everything from him, but his family business and so she was more then well set for her entire life. She was a little disappointed that he did not even try to fight back in her demands, but that was Quatre, he still held no ill will towards her. It's your nature, he had told her and you cannot hold someone's nature against them. There was a knock on her door and when she opened it there was a man standing there with flowers. She thanked the delivery boy and tipped him. She looked at the card. Chad? Oh, yea, the guy from last week.

She sighed and dropped the flowers in the trash; just one of the many men that had become her lovers. But none of them could compare to Quatre. The way he had touched her and loved her had been magical. No one would think by his gentle nature that there could be a wild, primal, lustful animal hiding deep inside of him. She bit her lip and smiled, ooh those Arabian nights. She laughed at her own sense of humor. She picked up the folded newspaper; her jaw dropped seeing the front page. There in full color was Quatre, dressed to the nines for the charity ball, and along side him on his arm was Catherine." She dropped the paper and screamed in a jealous rage.

How could he have gone back to that little cheap urchin? Catherine Bloom had been the very woman who, in the beginning, had been in her way in her quest to capture Quatre. What did he ever see in that circus tramp? Catherine was below his status a common girl with an even more common lineage. She could not allow this to happen. She wasn't going to let it happen. She was sure Quatre must have some feelings left for her. Quatre was a forgiving soul. Yes. She would play on his sincerity and sentimentality. She called for her maid to assist her in getting ready. She would win Quatre back away from Catherine.

[Rock on ancient woman
Follow those who pale
In your shadow]

Quatre had been laughing and having so much fun. He had not even had time to think at all about his recent predicament. Oh Catherine had a way of getting him to laugh. He twirled her away and out onto the balcony where he drew her into an embrace as well as a kiss. He pulled away from her and stroked her chin. "I love you Cat."

"I love you too." She replied, loving it when he called her by the nickname he had given her, a nickname only he alone called her; they turned as they heard Catherine's name being called. Relena and Hildie were waving her to come over to them. Catherine sighed. "I'll be right back okay?"

The kissed again briefly and he smiled seeing her go. Yes. She was meant to be his life. He turned around and leaned his hands against the balcony. His euphoric state suddenly shot down by a familiar voice speaking his name. He turned back around slowly. "Dorothy?"

[Rulers make bad lovers
You better put you kingdom up for sale.]

"Dearest Quatre." Dorothy replied softly walking lightly over to Quatre and wrapping her hands around his neck.

He grabbed her arms and forced them from around him throwing them down at her sides. "I can't believe that you even had the nerve to show your face here?"

Dorothy merely smiled and fluttered her lashes. "I received an invite too. So I have just as much right to be here as you."

"So what is it you want? You've taken almost everything." Quatre was trying his best to keep his voice down so as to not draw attention.

Dorothy bit her lip averting her gaze. "I've missed you my love. I've made the biggest mistake in my life leaving you." Quatre stepped back wide-eyed and horrified. Dorothy was turned from him now, handkerchief to her eyes and a river of crocodile tears flowing down her cheeks. "I still love you Quatre."

"Dorothy. Don't cry. Please." He took the step back forward again and put his hands on her shoulders. "I want to believe you, but, there's been so many lies, and then there's Catherine. I love Catherine, and..."

"Oh Quatre! I'm so sorry!" Dorothy spun around clingy to his tux jacket. "Please Quatre! Forgive me take me back, I, I, love you!"

Quatre closed her eyes, bowed his head shaking it. "No, I'm not taking you..." His sentence was cut off by Dorothy's desperate kiss. Stunned, Quatre's mind went blank his eyes opening, only to see Catherine in the distance.

Wide-eyed and horrified herself, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Quatre's mind snapped back to reality and he threw Dorothy away from him. "Cat! It's not what it seems! Cat!" But his words were too late, Catherine was gone, drops of drying tears left where she had stood, and Dorothy in the background arms folded the smile of the devil formed on her lips.

[Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now-do you know how
Pickup the pieces and go home.]

To be Continued...