Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Quatre's Songfic Trilogy ❯ Rearranged ( Chapter 2 )

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

Limp Bizcut and their song Rearranged don't belong to me either; I'm affiliated with them in no way.

So here is part two of Quatre's Songfic Trilogy.

Quatre straightened his tie and took a final look in the mirror; out of the corner of his eyes he saw Dorothy's reflection. Curled up in the bed, sheets pulled around her. His eyes darted back to his face. How could he have let this happen? Dorothy had not changed and he knew it, but not knowing what else to do he had let the blonde devil back into his life and back into his bed, loosing his self-respect along with Heero's, Relena's Duo's and all others who he had become close to him during the war and who he considered family. Even his best friend Trowa had refused to speak to him. And what had he done? Once again he had become Dorothy's puppet, saying nothing and allowing her to once again take over his life. Dorothy had won. He was now isolated from those he cared for the most, though in society's circle he had made the right choice, she had come from an aristocratic family, a point she had made to him time and time again. He looked at her again as she stirred, turning on her side and for the first time he felt nothing for her, nothing except disgust. He could not go on any longer this way. He would not allow himself to fall into Dorothy's trap again.

[Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I used to speak
Distance from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down

Quatre was interrupted from his meeting by a call from Dorothy. Irritated almost beyond control he accepted the call. "What do you want?" He tried his best to be civil.

"Oh I just made us reservations at Vidalli's so you need to be home by 6:00, I'll just have the limo pick you up."

"Sorry, I'm working late." He looked into her face over the view screen. Her brow was furrowed her lips thinned.

"You always had time for me before. Or have you forgotten we're back together again? You selfish asshole."

"Just because I'm allowing you to stay with me doesn't mean shit Dorothy."

"Oh and I suppose you fucking me doesn't mean shit either huh? Or are you making plans with your little whore Catherine?"

"Leave her out of this Dorothy. I never want to hear you speak her name."

"Of course your little angel would probably rather screw her lions than you, after the way you treated her at the gala. You're weak Quatre. You always have been. Without me you're nothing, just another gutless wimp. Now be ready at 6:00 or there will be hell to pay." The view screen went blank.

Quatre cursed silently, throwing his head back against his plush chair. That bitch. You think with the way I've been avoiding her she'd get the hint, but no, his feelings, his opinions didn't matter. He would take her to dinner tonight and this would be the night. I'm through with her forever and I can only hope and pray to get Catherine back. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle. He dug out a little white pill and popped the male contraceptive. He had found empty boxes of ovulation kits in the trash and knew that Dorothy had been trying a different way to trap him and as much as he had wanted children he did not want to be connected in any way shape or form to Dorothy. And Dorothy had been none the wiser. He laughed a little realizing how frustrated she must have been getting about not getting pregnant. A little wave of guilt swept over him. He was not deceptive by nature and he didn't hate her, he just no longer cared what happened to her. He was at his wits ends dealing with her and he simply wanted her out of his life, and the sooner the better. And if it taught her a little lesson in the end-all the better.

[But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged.]

Quatre entered the restaurant and saw Dorothy immediately, looking smug, so sure that she still held Quatre under her thumb. He pulled the waiter over to the side and whispered in his ear that Dorothy was picking up the check for this evening. If Dorothy wanted to eat at the most expensive place in town she could pay for it at least once in her life. He sat himself down across from her, she had already ordered for them, the most expensive meals of course, and so he began to eat. She fluttered her eyelashes. God, he hated it when she did that.

"I've talked with the caterers. I think this time around we should have a grander wedding."

Quatre cocked an eyebrow. "What? Since when are we getting married again?"

"Since I just found out today I'm pregnant. I know you'll want to do the honorable thing. Can't have a bastard Winner child running around now can we?" Her eyes went wide with his reaction. He threw back his head and started laughing. "What? Quatre. Hold it down, you're embarrassing me."

Quatre couldn't resist. She really thought she was pregnant with his child. She thought she had him hook line and sinker. Her fist slammed against the table. "Stop it! Stop laughing!"

Quatre was looking at he again quite sober. "Dorothy. It's in no way my child."

"What, what, do you mean?"

"I mean its bullshit Dorothy. It's just more of your lies and more of your manipulative traps. So, either you're lying to me right now, or you need to talk to your personal trainer."

Dorothy looked around nervously. "Quatre! How can you be embarrassing me in front of all of these people?"

"You don't need help to embarrass yourself." He dug in his pocket and pulled out the bottle of pills. With shaking hands she picked up the bottle and read the label.

"But, but..."

"But, but," he mocked her.

"Amazing what science can do nowadays."

Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide with disbelief. How did that little bastard manage this without her knowing? Quatre looked across at her, silent now, watching the crown of the queen manipulator slipping off of Dorothy's head shattering into little pieces at her feet. And, for once in his life, he felt victorious against her.

[It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the one that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down.]

"But Quatre." She began. "It has to be yours. I can't get pregnant with a mere servants child. We can simply make it yours, whether it is or not. Oh Quatre. You have to help me." Her eyes were like puppy dogs, watering and pleading.

Quatre rose from the table. "I'm sorry Dorothy. You're on your own. I've moved your things back to your place."

Her voice grew more desperate as did her eyes. "How, why? Quatre."

"It's over Dorothy. I don't love you and I never should have let you back into my life. You're manipulative, vindictive and you care about no one but yourself. And you will always be that way no matter how much anyone loves you." He closed his eyes and walked away, tuning out Dorothy's sobs, for they had no effect on him anymore.

[But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
You're disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged

He made his way to his car with Dorothy close on his heels. "Quatre! Please! You, you can't leave me like this!"

"Dorothy I told you! It's over!" He opened the door to despite Dorothy clinging to him.

"But you can't leave me like this. I'll just die!"

He shook her off, "If anything, Dorothy, you are a survivor." He slid into the car seat and closed the door quickly.

She continued to bang on the windows. still she banged on the windows. "I hate you Quatre! And it was a lie! I'd kill myself before ever mothering a child by you!" That slut Catherine can't give you what you need! She's just like me! She'll take you for everything! Quatreee!"

He heard her scream one final time before pulling out of the parking lot, seeing her crumple in a pile on the pavement. "I'm sorry Dorothy." He whispered to himself. "But I just can't do it anymore."

[You're no good
For me
Thank god it's over]

His cell phone range and he picked it up knowing more than likely it was Dorothy. It was, still screaming and crying. He did not respond to her, he simply pushed the button and turned off the phone.

[You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dying'
You make believe that nothing is wrong until cryin'
Cryin' on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
Dyin' on me]

You're wrong Dorothy. Catherine is nothing like you. Perhaps one day you'll understand why we didn't work. Why I can't love you. I pray Dorothy one day you'll be able to see.

[You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
Just think about it
You'll get it.]

To be continued...