Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The 6th Gundam Pilot? ❯ Exactly Where am I? ( Chapter 6 )

Series: Gundam Wing

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x?, OCx?

Rating: R (Language, sexual situations, fluffiness and anything else I see fit to add)

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. I'm not making any money from this. Besides the only thing I actually own is a cat… and you can't have him! He's just waaay to cute!

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Author Notes: I had a bit of a writer's block in the middle of this chapter or it would have been up sooner. However, due to the wonderful reviews I received I pressed on and forced myself to write. You guys are so awesome! Thanks! If you would like to receive an e-mail alerting you when I post the next chapter, please e-mail me at scoobydoobubbles@hotmail.com ^_^

Depending on the mood and viewpoint in the story the names Milliardo Peacecraft and Zechs Marquis will both be used for the same person. So try not to get to confused ^_^

All type that looks like this is a memory

'…' Is a thought

--…-- is a written statement

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Talia shifted onto her back in her sleep. Not wanting to open her eyes and face the sun yet she searching blindly for her teddy bear. To one side she found the edge of the bed, yet no bear. To the other side she found… more bed? Her eyes shot open and she bolted upright, immediately regretting the action. Her head felt like it might explode any minute and she lay back down with a groan. "Good morning Bright Eyes." A deep voice greeted cheerfully. Turning her head she felt like she would cry, Zechs was leaning against the doorframe. How drunk had she been last night to end up here? Wait, he was completely dressed and not in the bed WITH her. She lifted the soft sheets to find she too was fully clothed though not in the dress from last night.

He crossed the room and leaned down over her. Instinctively she tried to shrink back into the pillows. He was dangerous and she had no weapon and was in a bad position to try and run. He pressed his lips gently to her forehead and she snapped out of it. She took a sloppy swing at him as he began to straighten. However, in her pained state he easily dodged it and her fist only touched his long hair. She tried not to think about how soft it was. She was supposed to be angry, right? Lifting her head, more slowly this time, she glared daggers at him. "What happened and where am I and why the hell are you here?"

His little, decidedly annoying, smile set itself upon his lips, "I was trying to take you home last night. You wouldn't tell me where you lived though. Then you passed out. I didn't have much choice so I brought you to my own home. You are in my house, hence the reason I am here, and are currently in my bed."

"Why?"

"Because I thought it would be more comfortable than the floor."

"Whose clothes am I in?"

"Some old things of mine."

"Why?"

"I thought it would be more comfortable to sleep in than that dress."

"Well, you were awfully damn worried about my comfort; I surely hope I was awake enough to put the shirt on myself. Cause if you had anything to do with undressing me and redressing me, or did anything to me in my state. So help me I'll kill you quicker than you can blink."

He laughed, "You really don't remember last night then?"

"What the hell are you laughing about? Tell me what happened!"

"I don't think I will. You're being rather rude. If you feel like getting out of bed I did make some breakfast and you're welcome to it." With that he strode out of the room smirking.

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Talia pounded the mattress with her fist. 'What the hell is wrong with me?!' She was tempted to bang her head against the headboard but it was already throbbing so she threw that idea out the window. Everything felt fuzzy when she tried to remember. "I went to the bar, had a little to drink. Maybe more than a little. Then Zechs came in and was being far too nice. He helped me outside…" She put her head in the palm of her hand again feeling the urge to cry. Squeezing her eyes shut she forced herself to think. Her thoughts seemed hazy and incomplete yet they came.

"Wow! You've got a nice place! Our place is a sty compared to this. Trowa and Heero keep it picked up though." She made her way over to the beige loveseat and plopped down with a sigh.

"Glad you like it. I tried to make it livable."

"Livable? I could totally live just on this couch! It's so comfy!" She snuggled into an oversized pillow. He chuckled at her and left the room. When he returned he carried a tray with some little sandwiches on it.

"Why don't you eat something? It'll help sober you up."

She groaned at the sight of food and looked away. "No thanks." She looked around quickly and her childish smile returned, "So do I get the grand tour or not?"

He looked slightly taken aback but nodded as she jumped up, wobbling only slightly.

"This is the kitchen, the bathroom, and my bedroom. I don't need much room living here by myself."

"OH WOW! Your bed is HUGE!"

He coughed and flushed slightly, "Being tall has its disadvantages."

She was currently bouncing on the edge of the bed, and then smirked at him, "I'm sure it has its advantages too. I've always liked guys taller than me. But I guess being as short as I am, almost everyone is taller."

He sat down beside her and put his hand on hers, "I rather like your height."

She had the decency to blush at the compliment before leaning over to kiss him. To her pleasure he deepened it and her arms went around his neck.

"SHIT!" She screamed aloud as the image played over in her mind. Her head began to pound anew and she held her hands to her head. What kind of idiot was she? 'Wonderful idea Talia! Lose your virginity while you're drunk to the first guy that walks along. You're about as bright as a dim bulb!' Zechs interrupted her thoughts as he came running into the room looking worried. "What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No! At least not this morning." She grumbled. "I need to go. Where is my dress?"

"Hold on just a minute." He left the room once more.

'Well how the hell did my dress get all the way out there?' She wondered but then decided not to ask. She really didn't want to remember the rest of last night. However, he didn't return with the dress. Instead he came back with a cup of coffee and a few aspirin. "Take these. It'll make you feel better." Growling she took the medicine following it up with a large gulp. Swallowing quickly she once more snapped at him, "Now where's the dress?"

"On the floor over there." To her surprise he sounded resigned. No, it couldn't be that. He just knew he'd taken advantage of the wrong woman. Getting up from the extremely comfortable bed she instantly wanted to crawl back under the covers. "Good gods! You keep your house cold!"

She scampered around the bed, picked up the garment then turned on him, "I can't believe you would take advantage of a drunken woman! I thought you had more manners! I believe I've lost all respect for you. I can't believe this." Actually she couldn't believe herself. Just yesterday morning she had been drooling over Wufei. Twenty-four hours later she was in another man's bed. Not just another man's, the enemy's! Zechs'!

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Wufei had searched all night for Quatre's car. He'd finally come upon it outside of a little rundown looking bar with what looked to be an apartment up top. Somehow he recognized it, 'Probably one of the places Duo and Talia managed to drag me to sometime.' They hadn't been able to do it often but upon occasion he graced them with his presence. Mostly because they were both worse than nagging wives. Telling him it was "unhealthy" to stay home all the time. In any case it had been close to 3 A.M. when he'd found the car. Banging on the bar's door had not brought anyone out; though he was sure he'd seen a light in the upstairs window. So he'd waited outside during the night, not knowing where else to search.

It was nearly 9 A.M. when a young man unlocked the front door. Wufei followed him back inside, looking around. He had indeed been here before. 'The man, Alex, I think. He's a friend of Duo's. He gave us free drinks.' Alex cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable under the Chinese boy's unwavering gaze. "Not often I get customers so early in the morning. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Do you remember a girl named Talia? Friend of Duo's?"

"Of course!"

"Seen her lately? I noticed the car she took last night parked outside."

"You a cop or something?"

"No, a concerned friend. She never came home last night."

"Oh! She left with someone last night. I had assumed he would bring her home."

Wufei felt that damned twinge again. This time though it was laced with panic and concern and he didn't try to fight it down, "Well, apparently you assumed wrong. What did this someone look like?"

"Oh, he was a tall fellow. With long blonde, almost white colored hair. In a suit, seemed like a real gentleman. Real graceful too. He even paid her bill before they left. They seemed to know each other so I didn't really worry much. I'm sure she's alright."

He hissed through his teeth at the description. It took all of his will power not to throttle the moronic bartender. "Thanks," He growled and ran out the door. What was she thinking leaving with Zechs?!

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Milliardo's concern and friendliness vanished at the assumption, to be replaced by a scowl. "Apparently you still haven't remembered what happened last night. You have no right to be accusing me of anything when you're the one who threw yourself at me!"

"What? I wouldn't have done that. No matter how intoxicated I might have been."

He snorted, "You're quite mistaken little lady. If anyone took advantage of the situation it was you, not me!" He turned on his heel leaving her alone once again. She stared after him a moment before hurling the dress across the room at the empty doorway. "I will remember this if it kills me!" She tugged on her hair in pure Duo-style in concentration.

Milliardo broke the kiss, leaving both panting slightly. Looking down at herself she frowned. "I really hate this dress. Can you please undo the top button?"

He paused a moment, "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Why not? I'm not going home tonight. You're not driving me there because I'm not giving you the address. And I somehow doubt you'll be letting me drive myself home. And I really really hate taxis. So you're going to have a guest for the night. So you might as well make her comfortable." She smirked and turned her back towards him, "Please?"

He sighed and did as he was asked before sitting back.

She turned around to face him still smirking. Leaning forward she kissed him once again and he eagerly accepted, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close. This time it was she that broke the kiss. Feeling more aggressive she moved her lips to his ear and nibbled lightly, "You know, I think you're supposed to be unbuttoning the rest of those."

She frowned as he pulled back, however his hands stayed around her waist. He studied her a moment before shaking his head, "No. Perhaps if you had not had so much to drink tonight I might consider it. I don't want you to regret something in the morning."

Her bottom lip slid out in a pout, "But Milliardo." She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. His arms slipped from her waist and he stood, unbuttoning his shirt. To her displeasure however he stepped to his closet and pulled out a T-shirt, which he promptly threw to her. "If you must, take off the dress and put that on instead. You can sleep in my bed. I'll be on the couch."

"But!"

He walked towards her again, smiling. He pressed his lips to hers lightly before straightening again. "Goodnight Talia." And he left her, closing the bedroom door behind him.

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Wufei had returned to the safe house with the information he had found. The other pilots had immediately decided to search for her. There was a chance that she'd gotten away from Zechs but hadn't been able to get home. Heero also set to work at finding a home address for his blonde counterpart. However, there was nothing to be found. He guessed that with Relena as a sister he didn't have to sign many contracts, at least not with his real name.

Duo and Quatre decided to search on foot, checking out establishments in which she might have stayed for the night. Meanwhile Trowa searched from his motorcycles, through alleys and other tight fitting places. Heero and Wufei took the car to cover a larger area, though the search was less thorough. They returned to the bar and the Chinese boy took a moment to scribble a message on a slip of paper. He put it under the windshield wiper and stepped back in the car. If anyone else read it, it would seem like a strange joke but Talia would understand.

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It was a miracle! She pulled off the over-sized shirt, replacing it with her now wrinkled dress. Milliardo hadn't been lying! Unless she just wasn't remembering the whole thing correctly. It seemed good enough for her though. The foggy memories told her nothing had happened! At least nothing unforgivable had happened. So maybe he wasn't all that bad, he had just made some bad choices. With a small smile she crept out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. After relieving herself she looked in the mirror and almost laughed. Her hair was sticking up in at least five different places. Wetting it down she wondered absently how Milliardo had kept himself from laughing at her earlier.

She found him in the kitchen behind a newspaper. He didn't even acknowledge her when she sat down. After a few moments of fidgeting in the chair she poked the omelette on the plate with a fork. It looked edible, actually it looked pretty good. Her stomach growled and she crammed a large piece in her mouth. It took only a minute for her to devour the delicious breakfast. Being used to quiet people she didn't feel completely uncomfortable in the silence so she grabbed the plate and washed it as if she lived there. She had hoped if she waited long enough the blonde would break the silence. However, he seemed to be quite happy to completely ignore her presence. Once again she took a seat across from him. "Good Morning." She greeted, watching the back side of the paper.

He allowed it to come down slightly so he could see over the edge. This prompted her to continue, "I'm not really a morning person. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. And erm, thank you." A light pink stained her cheeks.

"I can tell. I'll make sure to remember that. What are you thanking me for?"

"For the aspirin, and breakfast and letting me stay here." A little voice in the back of her head added. 'And for not letting me do something really half-witted.'

"You're welcome. I'm glad to see that you're no longer trying to bite my head off. We are done with the accusations now aren't we?" He took down the newspaper, placing it in his lap. His hands were on the table as he turned to face her.

The pink color deepened to red as she nodded, "Yes. I guess I should thank you for that too." A moment later though she frowned, "You could have helped me though! You just let me think those things. You could have just told me what happened!"

He snorted and the corners of his mouth lifted, "Would you have believed me?"

"You might have a point. I really need to get home now though. I do appreciate you allowing me to stay."

"I understand. I won't deny I had hoped you wouldn't be so eager to leave." There was a touch of sadness in his voice and for a reason unknown to her, Talia reached out and covered one of his hands with hers.

"I'm sure you have plenty of things to do without me getting in the way. It's not that I'm eager to leave; it's just that no one knows where I am. I'm sure they're wondering where I've gotten off to. I know I'm gonna get yelled at for standing up my date last night though. They are like a pack of over-protective brothers," She sighed removing her hand.

His little, now decidedly charming, smile returned, "I'll take you to the bar. Your car should still be there."

It took only a few minutes before they were in the car and on their way. Feeling the need to keep a conversation going Talia decided questions would be best. "So, why are you living all alone?"

"No one to live with."

"What about Noin? I always thought you two had something going on."

He stiffened slightly before shaking his head, "It ended once she found out I wasn't the perfect person she had envisioned. She never wanted to see that I was a real person. When she finally admitted to herself that I had faults just like everyone else it was over. I believe she's taken residence on one of the colonies as a peace keeper." His voice was almost as emotionless as his face. He seemed to be concentrating only on driving. But there was pain in his eyes.

"Oh." Talia didn't know what to say. She didn't want to try and pry more information from him. It was clear that he was still hurt by what had happened and she saw no reason to dredge up bad memories. It was supposed to have been a more cheerful conversation. Trying to distract herself, she studied the roads they took. The silence was becoming unbearable by the time they finally reached the bar. However, she couldn't bring herself to just leap out. "I guess I'll see you around, Milliardo. Hopefully not from the wrong end of a gun barrel." She forced a smile as the corners of his mouth turned up again.

"I told you last night. I'm not your enemy any more. There is no reason we can't be friends, Talia." Not wanting to see him return to his shell she nodded. In truth she still didn't trust him, but he was an honorable person. He took a business card from his wallet and handed it to her. "It has my work number and home number. If you ever want to talk or go for a drink, give me a call."

She stared at the card for a minute. Either he was an imbecile or he was being serious. It took only a moment for her to decide. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It's always nice to make a new friend. See you soon!" She hopped out of the car and gave him a small wave. She watched, mildly perplexed, as he drove away. Why would someone like him choose to try and make friends with her? With someone he had considered a foe for so long. I was beyond her understanding for the moment but perhaps it might be worth while. Turning towards the car she found a piece of paper on the windshield. "Wonderful! I got another ticket!" But when she flipped it over she found a note that could only be from Wufei.

--Onna! If you get this, come home! You are grounded! FOR LIFE!-

Giggling she stuffed the paper in her pocket. How could she be grounded? He had another thing coming if he thought she was just going to stay home all the time. She completely forgot she was supposed to be angry with him. Maybe she would play the part of being grounded; it would give her all the more reason to spend time with him. And if he didn't like it, it would be his own fault! She giggled again at the thought as she hopped in the car and headed home.

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And so completes Chapter 6, geesh I hate writer's block! Also, I wanted to PLEAD for reviews!! I don't care if I only get one or two a chapter, but they would be very much appreciated. And you'll be thanked/have questions answered in when I post up the next chapter. I just want to know if anyone is enjoying this story or if I should just keep it to myself. Or you can just flame the hell out of me, or praise me, that would be nice *grins* Also, any ideas for future chapters are welcome!

Next Chapter will include…

Kitty ears, a cute little puppy and Extreme Fluffiness (Beware!)