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chapter 18
Edge of 17- part eighteen
Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, slight angst, maybe a little fluff, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
##I give 100% at work- 12% Monday, 23% Tuesday, 40% Wednesday, 20% Thursday, and 5% Friday##
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was dancing around the room. Quatre was sitting on our bed, watching me with a big smile on his face that matched mine.
“I got the job! I got the job!! Isn’t that sweet?”
“I had a feeling you would, Duo. You have a very nice voice and you’re a nice person. The perfect disc jockey.”
“Now it’s your turn,” I put my hands on Quatre’s shoulders. “What was your good news that you wanted to tell me?” The smile on his face grew wider.
“I found the perfect apartment for us. And it’s not too far from here.”
“That’s great!” I can’t believe that everything is coming along so fast. I’ve never been so happy in my whole life. And he’s the man responsible for making me happy. I want to keep this feeling forever.
~**~
Mrs. Winner arrived from the hospital that afternoon, apologizing that she wasn’t there to make breakfast. I assured her that we were just fine while she was gone and I told her about the breakfast I made for Quatre and myself. She was very grateful and asked me what I wanted for supper tonight. I told her it didn’t matter to me because anything she cooked was good. She smiled and blushed at that.
I told her about how the job interview went and that I got the job. She was very happy for me and told me that she’d make me my favorite thing for supper. Then I told her that Quatre found us a place to stay.
“Oh?” her smile faded a little. “When will you guys be leaving?”
“Not sure yet.” I told her truthfully. “So how’s Mr. Winner?”
“He’s hanging in there. Once he’s out then we have to start packing.” She looked away sadly.
“Yeah. Then that’s when we’d be leaving, I guess.” I noted the look on her face and in her eyes. “Are you going to be ok?”
She looked like she was coming out from a trance, “Oh, yeah, I’ll be fine. Just the thought of not having my son around… this will be new to me,” she sighed.
“Is it ok if I ask why you only had one child?” I rocked on my heels.
She still looked like she was far away, “I… I had… Quatre had an older sister.”
Had. Oh great, now I feel terrible for bringing the subject up. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
“No, that’s ok. I think it’s better that I tell you than Quatre. He doesn’t like talking about his older sister.” She paused for a few seconds and then took a deep breath, “When Quatre was going on five, his big sister Iria was just learning how to ride a bicycle. She was so proud of it. One day she begged us to let her ride her bike to school, because it wasn’t that far.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. I finally exhaled so I could breath again. “Then she… tried to cross the road and…”
“Got hit?” I decided to finish for her; she looked like she was having some trouble speaking.
She nodded. “A semi.”
I cringed.
“So, going to the hospital is nothing new to me.” she blinked back a couple tears. “It took us a while before we decided to teach Quatre how to ride a bike, but he wasn’t as into riding bike as his sister. I think that the whole experience left him kind of afraid, and that is probably also why he doesn’t have his license yet. He tries to make excuses sometimes too, just so he has to stay home instead of going somewhere. But lately, since high school, he seems to be getting over that. At least he likes riding with you.”
“He must really trust me.” I gave her a weak smile. “I promise that I won’t mention this to him. He might get afraid again.”
Mrs. Winner nodded.
“And I promise not to put any pressure on him about getting his license either. Oh, I just thought of something. If he’s going to college, then how’s he getting there? I work different hours a day then his hours at the college. How are we gonna manage that?”
Mrs. Winner shrugged, “Maybe Quatre thought up a way already. Maybe he’s taking the bus.”
“Yeah, that’s possible. I mean, I wouldn’t mind dropping him off during the day… it’s the ride home that worries me.”
“Well, don’t worry too much, Duo. You’re hair will fall out and he wouldn’t like that.”
I give her a smile, “Yup, that’s true.”
She sighed, “Go now and be with him. I’ll get supper ready.”
“Ok.” I jogged up the stairs to our bedroom. I open the door, making sure my smile was in place. My sweetheart had only the lamp on at the writing desk, and it looked as if he was cleaning a few minutes ago. “Hey, Quat. What are you up to?”
Quatre closed some kind of book real fast that was in front of him, “Oh, nothing.”
“Eh?” I tilted my head. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
“Just writing, no big deal.”
“Ah, sure. Whatcha’ writing?”
Quatre took a small lock and clicked it in place at the edge of the book. “Private stuff.”
I smirked, “A diary?”
“For your information it’s a journal, not a diary! And yes, I have one, you have any problems with that?” he looked like he was challenging me to a mocking competition. I really wasn’t in the mood, despite what Mrs. Winner told me.
“Nope, not at all. No problems here. Nope, nope.” I sat down on the bed.
“You’re starting to freak me out, Duo. What’s wrong?” he turned his full attention to me.
“Nothing. I’m fine. I guess I’m just a bit nervous about moving. But hey, it had to happen some time, right? I mean, we were gonna move even if your parents left or not.”
“Yeah.” He nodded a bit. “I am kind of nervous about college. What if there’s a lot of… bullies there, and you’re not there to protect me?”
I walked over to him and rubbed the top of his shoulders behind his neck, “Aww, you’ll do fine. I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends. And I’ll have fun playing tunes and harassing callers.”
“What? Why would you wanna do that?”
“It’s part of the show in the morning. Since I already have the mouth for it, they told me to go ahead and be rude. It’s good publicity and shit. I’m not allowed to say anything about me being with a guy though, cause that might ruin everything. But I told them flat out that I would not, will not, tease any gays on the show. If they make me do it, or if anyone says anything bad about gays, then I’m quitting. They actually agreed to it.”
“That’s good.” He sighed, and then tried to rest his head against me. I moved closer so he could.
“Did I interrupt anything when I came in? Do you need some privacy to continue writing?”
“Naw, I’m fine. I was just writing down what happened today. It’s not like I’ll forget the events that took place.”
“I can leave if you want me to. I want to go and get a snack anyway.”
“Before supper is done?”
“Er… well, then I’ll just go down and see if your mother needs any help.” I trot over to the door before he could protest. “Come down and let me know when you’re done. See you in a bit.”
Quatre was trying all he could to say something, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted him to continue writing, just so I can one day get him to let me read parts of it. What can I say? I’m part cat. I’ve always been curious.
I came downstairs and saw Mrs. Winner begin to boil some water. She had five large potatoes on the counter and a peeler. I wandered up to her and smiled.
“Need some help peeling those tators?” I asked in a very lousy southern accent. She giggled and tried to protest. “Trust me, mum. I know what I’m doing.” I held out my hand.
“Alright.” she gave up, and then handed me one of the paring knives. I grinned and began to peel away.
“How’s Quatre?” she asked after a moment of silence.
“He’s fine. I left him alone to write in his journal. Must have been some real private stuff if he didn’t want me to read it.”
“He’s always been a bit picky about it. That’s why when he decided to get one it would have a lock on it.”
“My father told me that keeping a diary was for little girls and wussies. Course my father was a tower of raging testosterone too.” I snickered.
“There’s nothing wrong with having a diary or journal. It helps to let the steam out. It also is good to look back at an entry and recall days of pure bliss.” She plopped a finished potato into the bubbling water.
“Maybe I’ll get one for myself, one of these days. That way I could remind myself how my life changed for the better and why.”
“You made my son very happy, Duo. I can’t thank you enough.” She almost had another potato peeled as I finished my first one.
“It’s no problem, especially since I love him so… AHH!!” a very sharp, sharp pain shot through me and I dropped the paring knife. I grasped the area that hurt right away so fast that I don’t even know what it looked like.
“Oh my god, are you ok, Duo?” Her eyes widened at the blood seeping between my clutched fingers. She grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around the cut. “I’ll get some ice. Just go sit down at the table.” She rushed to the freezer as I sat myself down.
Minutes later, after some of the throbbing pain has gone down thanks to the ice, Quatre came running downstairs.
“I heard a shout. What happen… Duo! Are you all right?” He was instantly there by my side, ogling the bloody paper towel that was wrapped around my finger.
“I think so. It hurts like a bitch.” I ground my teeth.
“Let me have a look at it now.” Mrs. Winner asked, looking rather ashamed. I slowly took the towel off from around my throbbing digit very carefully. “Oh no. Duo, you’re gonna need stitches.”
“Aw, crap.”
~TBC~
I think I will be adding all the rest of the chapters now, because I won't have internet access for about a week or so. Then I'm back for the summer. :)
Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, slight angst, maybe a little fluff, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
##I give 100% at work- 12% Monday, 23% Tuesday, 40% Wednesday, 20% Thursday, and 5% Friday##
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was dancing around the room. Quatre was sitting on our bed, watching me with a big smile on his face that matched mine.
“I got the job! I got the job!! Isn’t that sweet?”
“I had a feeling you would, Duo. You have a very nice voice and you’re a nice person. The perfect disc jockey.”
“Now it’s your turn,” I put my hands on Quatre’s shoulders. “What was your good news that you wanted to tell me?” The smile on his face grew wider.
“I found the perfect apartment for us. And it’s not too far from here.”
“That’s great!” I can’t believe that everything is coming along so fast. I’ve never been so happy in my whole life. And he’s the man responsible for making me happy. I want to keep this feeling forever.
~**~
Mrs. Winner arrived from the hospital that afternoon, apologizing that she wasn’t there to make breakfast. I assured her that we were just fine while she was gone and I told her about the breakfast I made for Quatre and myself. She was very grateful and asked me what I wanted for supper tonight. I told her it didn’t matter to me because anything she cooked was good. She smiled and blushed at that.
I told her about how the job interview went and that I got the job. She was very happy for me and told me that she’d make me my favorite thing for supper. Then I told her that Quatre found us a place to stay.
“Oh?” her smile faded a little. “When will you guys be leaving?”
“Not sure yet.” I told her truthfully. “So how’s Mr. Winner?”
“He’s hanging in there. Once he’s out then we have to start packing.” She looked away sadly.
“Yeah. Then that’s when we’d be leaving, I guess.” I noted the look on her face and in her eyes. “Are you going to be ok?”
She looked like she was coming out from a trance, “Oh, yeah, I’ll be fine. Just the thought of not having my son around… this will be new to me,” she sighed.
“Is it ok if I ask why you only had one child?” I rocked on my heels.
She still looked like she was far away, “I… I had… Quatre had an older sister.”
Had. Oh great, now I feel terrible for bringing the subject up. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
“No, that’s ok. I think it’s better that I tell you than Quatre. He doesn’t like talking about his older sister.” She paused for a few seconds and then took a deep breath, “When Quatre was going on five, his big sister Iria was just learning how to ride a bicycle. She was so proud of it. One day she begged us to let her ride her bike to school, because it wasn’t that far.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. I finally exhaled so I could breath again. “Then she… tried to cross the road and…”
“Got hit?” I decided to finish for her; she looked like she was having some trouble speaking.
She nodded. “A semi.”
I cringed.
“So, going to the hospital is nothing new to me.” she blinked back a couple tears. “It took us a while before we decided to teach Quatre how to ride a bike, but he wasn’t as into riding bike as his sister. I think that the whole experience left him kind of afraid, and that is probably also why he doesn’t have his license yet. He tries to make excuses sometimes too, just so he has to stay home instead of going somewhere. But lately, since high school, he seems to be getting over that. At least he likes riding with you.”
“He must really trust me.” I gave her a weak smile. “I promise that I won’t mention this to him. He might get afraid again.”
Mrs. Winner nodded.
“And I promise not to put any pressure on him about getting his license either. Oh, I just thought of something. If he’s going to college, then how’s he getting there? I work different hours a day then his hours at the college. How are we gonna manage that?”
Mrs. Winner shrugged, “Maybe Quatre thought up a way already. Maybe he’s taking the bus.”
“Yeah, that’s possible. I mean, I wouldn’t mind dropping him off during the day… it’s the ride home that worries me.”
“Well, don’t worry too much, Duo. You’re hair will fall out and he wouldn’t like that.”
I give her a smile, “Yup, that’s true.”
She sighed, “Go now and be with him. I’ll get supper ready.”
“Ok.” I jogged up the stairs to our bedroom. I open the door, making sure my smile was in place. My sweetheart had only the lamp on at the writing desk, and it looked as if he was cleaning a few minutes ago. “Hey, Quat. What are you up to?”
Quatre closed some kind of book real fast that was in front of him, “Oh, nothing.”
“Eh?” I tilted my head. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
“Just writing, no big deal.”
“Ah, sure. Whatcha’ writing?”
Quatre took a small lock and clicked it in place at the edge of the book. “Private stuff.”
I smirked, “A diary?”
“For your information it’s a journal, not a diary! And yes, I have one, you have any problems with that?” he looked like he was challenging me to a mocking competition. I really wasn’t in the mood, despite what Mrs. Winner told me.
“Nope, not at all. No problems here. Nope, nope.” I sat down on the bed.
“You’re starting to freak me out, Duo. What’s wrong?” he turned his full attention to me.
“Nothing. I’m fine. I guess I’m just a bit nervous about moving. But hey, it had to happen some time, right? I mean, we were gonna move even if your parents left or not.”
“Yeah.” He nodded a bit. “I am kind of nervous about college. What if there’s a lot of… bullies there, and you’re not there to protect me?”
I walked over to him and rubbed the top of his shoulders behind his neck, “Aww, you’ll do fine. I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends. And I’ll have fun playing tunes and harassing callers.”
“What? Why would you wanna do that?”
“It’s part of the show in the morning. Since I already have the mouth for it, they told me to go ahead and be rude. It’s good publicity and shit. I’m not allowed to say anything about me being with a guy though, cause that might ruin everything. But I told them flat out that I would not, will not, tease any gays on the show. If they make me do it, or if anyone says anything bad about gays, then I’m quitting. They actually agreed to it.”
“That’s good.” He sighed, and then tried to rest his head against me. I moved closer so he could.
“Did I interrupt anything when I came in? Do you need some privacy to continue writing?”
“Naw, I’m fine. I was just writing down what happened today. It’s not like I’ll forget the events that took place.”
“I can leave if you want me to. I want to go and get a snack anyway.”
“Before supper is done?”
“Er… well, then I’ll just go down and see if your mother needs any help.” I trot over to the door before he could protest. “Come down and let me know when you’re done. See you in a bit.”
Quatre was trying all he could to say something, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted him to continue writing, just so I can one day get him to let me read parts of it. What can I say? I’m part cat. I’ve always been curious.
I came downstairs and saw Mrs. Winner begin to boil some water. She had five large potatoes on the counter and a peeler. I wandered up to her and smiled.
“Need some help peeling those tators?” I asked in a very lousy southern accent. She giggled and tried to protest. “Trust me, mum. I know what I’m doing.” I held out my hand.
“Alright.” she gave up, and then handed me one of the paring knives. I grinned and began to peel away.
“How’s Quatre?” she asked after a moment of silence.
“He’s fine. I left him alone to write in his journal. Must have been some real private stuff if he didn’t want me to read it.”
“He’s always been a bit picky about it. That’s why when he decided to get one it would have a lock on it.”
“My father told me that keeping a diary was for little girls and wussies. Course my father was a tower of raging testosterone too.” I snickered.
“There’s nothing wrong with having a diary or journal. It helps to let the steam out. It also is good to look back at an entry and recall days of pure bliss.” She plopped a finished potato into the bubbling water.
“Maybe I’ll get one for myself, one of these days. That way I could remind myself how my life changed for the better and why.”
“You made my son very happy, Duo. I can’t thank you enough.” She almost had another potato peeled as I finished my first one.
“It’s no problem, especially since I love him so… AHH!!” a very sharp, sharp pain shot through me and I dropped the paring knife. I grasped the area that hurt right away so fast that I don’t even know what it looked like.
“Oh my god, are you ok, Duo?” Her eyes widened at the blood seeping between my clutched fingers. She grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around the cut. “I’ll get some ice. Just go sit down at the table.” She rushed to the freezer as I sat myself down.
Minutes later, after some of the throbbing pain has gone down thanks to the ice, Quatre came running downstairs.
“I heard a shout. What happen… Duo! Are you all right?” He was instantly there by my side, ogling the bloody paper towel that was wrapped around my finger.
“I think so. It hurts like a bitch.” I ground my teeth.
“Let me have a look at it now.” Mrs. Winner asked, looking rather ashamed. I slowly took the towel off from around my throbbing digit very carefully. “Oh no. Duo, you’re gonna need stitches.”
“Aw, crap.”
~TBC~
I think I will be adding all the rest of the chapters now, because I won't have internet access for about a week or so. Then I'm back for the summer. :)