All I Want For Christmas Is You

*Title*: All I Want For Christmas Is You
*Author*: WhipOfLightHeartOfSword
Rating: PG (Sorry guys, no lemon this time around. Just WAFF. The juicy, naughty stuff's being saved for the sequel. ^_~)
*Timeline*: The little blurb at the beginning takes place just before Trieze was killed by the mobile dolls. It's been some time since I've watched the series, even more so since I've seen Endless Waltz, since I don't own a copy of it. So, I kinda threw cannon to the wind and made the timeline suit my purposes. I forget everyone's age in cannon when all was said and done, so I'm simply going to guess and say the pilots were 19, which puts them all at 23 in this fic. Treize I've settled on as being 32 years old.
*Feedback*: Of course!! Constructive criticiscm only, though. NO FLAMES.


A/N: I am soo sorry this took so long to post. I had no access to my sister's comp, my comp's so screwed up it's almost hopeless (I hope not, though), and when I tried to open my fic on my friend's comp it told me to go screw myself. So ya, technology hates me, what else is new. Anyways thank you for being patient, and I'll let you go read the fic now and leave any more of my senseless chatter until the end.

~*~Chapter 5~*~

Treize fought back nervousness as he rode the elevator up to the thirteenth floor of the building, where Lady Une’s office was located. How much had she changed after four years? And how would things be between them, now that they were no longer leader and subordinate?

Still, he mused as he stepped out, and followed the hall to where the desk clerk downstairs had said he would find her office, she’d looked and sounded enough like the Lady he remembered that they shouldn’t have much trouble if any picking up where they’d left off. Since he’d been unable to travel in the horrid weather the night before, they’d simply settled for catching up for a while on the phone, and pushed their dinner date back a day.

As he went he began reading the names on the doors, looking for hers. He was told the Commander’s office didn’t look any different from the others, so he’d have to just go by nameplate.

Many of the doors sported more than one name, since partners almost never had separate offices. He felt a twinge as he spotted the names ‘Barton, Trowa and Winner, Quatre R.’ on one door, and ‘Yuy, Heero and Maxwell, Duo’, on the next. On the door across the hall was a plaque with the name ‘Chang Wufei’ etched on it. He couldn’t help but stop and stare for a moment. He knew that the ex-pilot was away at the moment, but he couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling of being so close in a sense to him.

Shaking off feelings that were better left alone, he continued down the hall until he finally located Une’s office. Lightly rapping on the door, he waited until her voice on the other side invited him in.

“Treize!” she said joyously, getting up from her seat and coming over to give him a hug.

The embrace lasted a moment, before she pulled free and slapped him.

“You bastard. How dare you not tell me you were alive!”

Treize rubbed at his cheek. “I guess I deserved that.”

“Well, as long as you don’t pull a stunt like that again, I suppose I can forgive you,” she said. “But that aside, I wanted to ask you something, and I might as well do it now before someone interrupts us. I wanted to wait until I saw you in person to bring it up”

“And what is it?” Treize asked.

“First of all, now that you’re back, if you would join the Preventers Special Ops?”

“You want me to be a Preventers agent?” Treize asked, surprised.

“Yes. Your talents are wasted on retirement, and you need something to do with your life,” Une said.

“Truly Lady, that offer is very interesting, but I have my reservations about it,” Treize responded.

Une nodded knowingly. “Ah, the Gundam pilots, is it? Well first off, if they start in on you about anything, just come to me and I’ll deal with it. All of that crap is in the past and bears no consequence on this job. Or, if it’s Chang that has your boxers in a twist, well, I think you’ll find him a little more welcoming than you’re expecting.”

“What does Wufei have to do with anything?” Treize kept his voice neutral.

“Oh please, Treize. I know you two have feelings for one another. Anyone with a brain who knows both of you could put two and two together, especially this time of year, when Chang’s grieving is at its all-time high,” she said.

“Grieving?” Treize asked, a little confused. Why would he be grieving? Hadn’t Heero said he’d moved on?

“Yes, grieving,” Une said. “Heero, I think, gave you the wrong impression. I am correct in my assumption that you and Chang had a little romance going behind everyone’s backs?”

Treize almost blushed. “We weren’t physically intimate, but yes. We loved each other, and the night that I was reportedly killed,” he shuddered at that word. “I’d asked Wufei if he’d come stay with me after the war if we both survived and continue our relationship publicly. He accepted.”

“Ahh, I see,” Lady Une was at least a little relieved that had things had gone differently her friend wouldn’t have kept her in the dark any longer than was necessary. “Well, I think first off that the situation is a little different than you believe.”

“How so?”

“First of all, Chang has never once said anything, at least not that I know of, to anyone about you two having been together during the war. And I don’t think he’s as over you as you think. Just before he left for the Alps with the others I confronted him about how he tends to get very sullen and withdrawn around this time of year, and he told me he lost someone very dear to him around this time,” she smiled softly. “He still misses you, Treize.”

Treize ducked his head, as hope sparked ever so slightly in him. “But is he seeing anyone?”

Une snorted. “I doubt it. The other pilots are forever on his case for not being interested in finding someone.”

Treize put his face in his hands and swiped at his eyes to clear his suddenly blurry vision. He felt as though a darkness had lifted from his soul, and he felt more alive than he ever had for the past four years. Wufei missed him, and he was still single.

Treize still had a chance to get him back.

Finally he looked up, though his eyes were a little misty. “So you think I still have a chance?”

“Yes I do,” Une smiled. “And I hope you’ll consider my offer to join the Preventers. You don’t have to give me your answer now, but I have a very talented Chinese agent who’s giving me one hell of a time trying to find a suitable partner for him.”

Treize cocked an eyebrow. “You’d let us be partners? But what about our relationship?”

“So long as it doesn’t affect your work or missions, I’m willing to overlook that fact,” Une said.

“Thank you, I definitely will think about it,” Treize agreed, but was prevented from saying more by a knock on the door.

“Yes?” Une called.

The door swung open and Quatre stepped in, duffel in hand. “I’m just letting you—Treize?!”

“Nice to see you too, Winner,” he remarked.

“What are you doing here,” Quatre demanded, the call to Heero flashing through his mind.

“He’s here as my guest, Agent Winner,” Lady Une said, giving him a pointed look that said quite plainly that he was to behave and be nice to the former Oz leader.

“Ahh, I see. Well I just came by to tell you that I’m leaving to go back to Trowa and the others,” the blonde stated.

Une shook her head. “No you’re not.”

“What!” the young Arab was dismayed at the thought of having to be away from his fiancé one moment longer than necessary. “Why ever not?”

The Preventer Commander smiled. “You haven’t shown me your ring yet, and I insist on seeing it before you go.”

Quatre laughed. “Lady, you have one cruel sense of humor.”

He stepped up to her desk and held out his hand, so that both she and Treize could see it.

“Very pretty,” Une gave her approval. “And you are now free to go as you please.”

“Who’s the lucky man?” Treize asked.

“Trowa Barton. We were dating before the war ended, and he asked me the night before last, in case I didn’t get home in time for him to do it on Christmas,” Quatre said.

“Well you have my sincere congratulations,” Treize said.

Quatre nodded. “Thank you.” Then a startled look came over his features, smoothing out as he turned to Lady Une. “I almost forgot. Have you gotten any calls from the others? They were supposed to call me, but never did.”

Une shook her head. “No, they haven’t. Why? Did something happen?”

“Well, yea,” Quatre looked uncomfortable, but finished explaining anyway. He knew full well Une would settle for nothing less. “When Trowa proposed to me, Wufei got up to leave, and wouldn’t even look at us when he gave us his blessing. Duo confronted him about it, and said that even though he was stuck up and cold and lacking in the love department, that he shouldn’t be that way just because me and Trowa were happy.”

Treize bit down a growl. Who the fuck did this little dessert rat think he was talking about? The only think lacking in the love department at the moment was his ass.

And soon to be the blonde’s as well, once Treize was done kicking it and wreaking Wufei-style justice for the slander to his lover.

Une noticed this, and made a mental note to make sure the safety was *off* her gun as she listened to the rest of Quatre’s story.

“And he just turned around and, oh Allah, he was crying. I’ve *never* seen Wufei cry. And he yelled ‘You don’t know shit, Maxwell!’ and ran out the door and into the storm. No coat, no gloves or hat, and only those Chinese slippers he loves for shoes. Right before I left Trowa, Heero and Duo went out to find him, and were supposed to call me when they found him. But they haven’t, and I’m getting worried.”

“And why wasn’t I informed of this sooner?“ Une was worried too. Both about her agent being lost in a blizzard in such inadequate attire, and that Treize was going to kill the Winner family heir before she managed to get a shot off and break them up.

“Umm, because until the others either find him or call for a search team to help there’s nothing any of us can do?” It was a lame excuse, and they both knew it. Truth was that between helping that other team salvage their mission, worry over Wufei, and obsessing over getting back to his lover--scratch that--*fiance,* the ex-Sandrock pilot completely forgot that Lady Une should have been made aware of the situation upon his arrival. Quatre, now finished with his narrative, was also aware of the dark glare being leveled at him, and simply stared at Treize, confused.

The question riding on the tip of his tongue was stalled though, as his cell phone rang.

“Hello?” he said into the receiver.

“Quat? Hey it’s Duo.” His voice moved away for a moment, and Quatre heard him call out, ‘Hey Heero, the phones are working!’ then he was back again.

“Sorry it’s taken so long, but the storm knocked out the phone lines. Even the cell towers were fucked up. Anyway, it took us about four hours, but we found ‘Fei.”

“How is he?” Quatre asked.

He could hear Duo sigh. “Not good. Physically he’s not so bad off. Hypothermia and mild frostbite that’s already looking a hell of a lot better. But it’s his behavior that’s got us all spooked.”

“How so?”

“Well, he won’t talk, just gives us this dead look whenever we get his attention, which isn’t easy. Plus he won’t eat anything. Heero had to practically force feed him. And he’s just, well, suffering. Just like you said. He even starts crying at random. Granted he’s silent about it, but still since when does Wufei ever cry?”

“He doesn’t. Look, I’m in Une’s office saying goodbye now. I’ll be on the next available chopper out there, okay? Then we can figure out a way to help Wufei,” Quatre reassured him.

“Gotcha buddy. Okay, I’m hanging up then. Later, Quat.”

“Bye,” Quatre disconnected the call, only to be met by Lady Une fierce gaze.

“I demand to know just what that conversation was about, Agent Winner.”

Treize looked like he would accept nothing less, and so Quatre repeated what Duo had told him.

The former Epyon pilot gave Lady Une a determined yet regretful look. “I’m going. My apologies for having to delay our dinner once again, Une.”

“No, this time I’m going to insist you cancel and go look after your lover,” she replied. “Otherwise I’m going to have to go hunt down Chang’s sword and come after you with it.”

Treize smiled, though the dialogue between the two friends was interrupted by Quatre.

“Wait just a moment! What do you mean, you’re coming? And what the hell lover are you talking about? And since when did you ever care so much about Wufei?” he demanded to know.

Une sighed, and looked at Treize. “I think your days of secrecy are over.”

“Fine by me,” Treize said.

“Do you want to tell him, or should I?”

“You,” he replied. “He’s more likely to believe you.”

“Tell me what?” Quatre demanded.

Une turned to address him. “That you and the other pilots have made a very big mistake.”

Quatre frowned. “What mistake?”

Lady Une cleared her throat and after looking to Treize for final consent, which he gave with a nod of his head, proceeded to explain. “Yes Wufei and Treize both fought for opposite sides in the war, and performed exceptionally, but that’s where what you and the other pilots have come to believe about their relationships ends its truthfulness. At some point, the two of them formed a relationship not altogether unlike the one between you and Trowa. On the battlefield they remained rivals, and no they didn’t share any secrets regarding their respective affiliates, but off the battlefield they were dating. More so than that, Quatre, they fell in love.”

The ex-Sandrock pilot felt lightheaded at that statement, on top of already feeling very shell-shocked.

Treize and Wufei were in love? They’d been dating all that time, and Wufei had never said anything? Though, come to think of it, it would make sense that Wufei had never looked to find someone to be with, if he was already in love.

And wait, that would explain why he’d always been so sullen around the holidays. He was mourning the anniversary of his lover’s death!

The elation at the possibility that this was the answer to the riddle they’d been searching for evaporated as he remembered the pain he’d felt from the other pilot, and how much he must have suffered for all these years, thinking the one he loved was dead. Quatre knew that feeling, and he couldn’t imagine going through it for as long as Wufei had.

Suddenly a surge of protectiveness swelled in the young man, and he rounded on Treize.

“Is this true? Are you really in love with him?”

The older man nodded. “Yes, Quatre. I’m in love with Wufei.”

Quatre nodded. “Okay. And just what do you plan on doing about it?”

Treize frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?

Quatre snorted. “You’ve been alive all this time, and you left him alone to suffer the agony of believing the love of his life was dead. Why Treize? Before I let you near him, I need to know you won’t hurt him again.”

“Well, the first year was hardly my fault, I was in a coma. After that I went through rehab, and trust me; I was one hell of a son of a bitch during that time. You wouldn’t have wanted to be around me. After that,” he shrugged. “I got scared. So much time had passed; I was afraid he’d moved on, and that I’d just be hurting him more by coming back and putting his life in turmoil again. Then Yuy confirmed that when I called. Though apparently not in the way he made it sound.”

His blue eyes took on a sharp edge then. “And as far as hurting him goes, you have no grounds for such a fear. I’m going with you and telling Wufei I’m alive. I’m ending this nonsense, and provided he’s willing, and maybe even if he’s not, I’m going to start seeing him again, and there’s not a thing any of you can do to stop me.”

Quatre nodded in approval. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. And you can be certain I’ll be making certain you do just that.”

Treize smiled, getting up from his seat. He froze for a moment and then cursed, a very un-Treize like action indeed.

“Fuck, I don’t have anything packed.”

“Got you covered,” Une said, pulling a fully stocked duffle out from behind her desk.

“I was hoping something like this would happen, and so I called Noin and had her drop this off earlier,” she explained.

“Une, you are a godsend,” Treize came around the desk to wrap her in a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. Now, go make that man of yours happy,” she replied, shooing him away.

Treize slung the duffle on his shoulder, after quickly donning his coat. “Well, let’s go catch that copter, kid.”

“Don’t call me kid,” Quatre muttered.

“Merry Christmas,” he called back over his shoulder to Lady Une. Treize echoed him a moment later.

“Merry Christmas you two,” she returned. “And Merry Christmas Wufei. Boy is this going to be the Christmas present to end all Christmas presents.”


~*~TBC...~*~


A/N: Well, It's late so I'm going to finish up by saying thank you so much to all my readers, and a very special thanks to my reviewers, whom I will alter this for tomorrow so I can give them each individual thanks. Next chapter will hopefully be up tomorrow. See you all then, and please remember to review.

~Whip~