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CHAPTER SIX

Good intentions have expiration dates�
Heero was at his computer when she found him, staring at an email and
wondering for the first time if all of this had been a Really Bad Idea. He
wasn�t so self-centered that he couldn�t admit to having had a few of those in
his time. For instance, hind-sight told him that blowing himself up had been a
little melodramatic. Had it made his point? Absolutely. But as far as the
course of things went, it had been among one of the higher-scale Really Bad
Ideas. He was sure he knew what Relena�s answer would be if he asked her for an
opinion on this and so he didn�t. Instead, Heero reached forward and lowered
the screen of the laptop as she approached.
Though the morning had faded into afternoon, she hadn�t bothered to change
out of her night clothes. So far as Heero was concerned that was a good thing,
because it meant that she was easing up a little. He was grateful she�d chosen
to comb her hair, though.

�You said I had an e-mail from Quatre?� Relena stopped a few feet away, feet
bare upon the dusty wooden floor of the dining room. The afternoon sunlight
streamed in through the multitude of floor length windows that ran along three
sides of the dining room, catching upon golden winks of dust floating in the
air. A pair of double doors stood open at the back of the room and let in a
gentle breeze from the outside. Beyond that laid a pool, perfectly clean and
clear, surrounded by cracked and overgrown tile; he�d repaired the diving board
as best he could, but hadn�t come close to perfecting it yet.
He nodded and gestured to the bench on the other side of his table. She sat
down reluctantly and leaned forward on her elbows. Heero flipped the screen of
the notebook back up and quickly tabbed out of his own account. His fingers
danced upon the keyboard and then he turned the computer around so that she
could read what Quatre had sent.
�Relena,� she mumbled as she read, �I�m sorry, but Rashid is keeping me
host��
There was a pause and then Relena�s eyes rose above the monitor to meet his.
�There�s nothing else to this?�

He shrugged loosely, �That�s all that came through. It was sent from his cell
phone, though.�

�How do you know�never mind, stupid question.� Her eyes lowered and she moved
the mouse a little. For a moment Heero considered stopping her� but no. He
would only do that if she tried to send some form of email.

�Hn,� he replied and settled back in his seat. �You�ll be able to ask him what he
meant fairly soon.�
That got her attention and Relena looked up, the hand that was using her
mouse stilling. Heero watched her body language closely�as mean as it was, he
couldn�t afford to let her get any sort of message out. She might be a �guest�
here for the most part, but she was also a sort of prisoner. He ignored the
awkward sense of guilt that brought with it and reminded himself that he was
doing this For Her Own Good. �He and Trowa are on their way.�

�They know about this?� The girl bristled as she had not since yesterday
morning. Heero repressed a sigh. So they were back to this, were they? If
Relena thought he didn�t notice her left hand gliding stealthily along the top
of the laptop keyboard she was sadly mistaken. Heero leaned forward and gently
took the laptop away, closing it upon itself, and set it aside. Relena�s face
fell a little but she didn�t fight him.
�They know now,� he replied truthfully enough. If Quatre didn�t
technically know just yet, he was certainly going to know whenever he woke up.
Somehow, that seemed to diffuse her temper immediately. A small smirk quirked
upon her lips and he could see her repress a laugh.
�You know, Mr. Yuy, if you keep telling people where we are it�s going to be
difficult to keep me here.�
�And here I thought you wanted to go back,� Heero replied automatically.
Unable to help himself, he returned her smirk in kind, �Though if you�re so
concerned, I have some chocolate in the kitchen.�
�No way! It�s my turn to choose the location.� Relena did laugh then,
shaking her head at the pair of them. He caught a good look at her smile, wide
and bright stretched across her face. Relena wasn�t �gorgeous� by most people�s
standards, so far as Heero knew. Oh, she was pretty enough certainly, but no
one would have ever mistaken her for a super model. Her face was a little too
squat, nose a little too long and if her eyes were big, they might be placed
just a little too far apart for �true� beauty. Yet somehow, sitting in the
golden, dust-filled sunlight with a light breeze ruffling her hair and that
smile stretched across pale, plump lips� she was the most beautiful creature
he�d ever seen�even more beautiful than his sparrows.
Her cheeks began to colour then, and the smile wavered a little as she
shifted. He�d been staring. Heero turned his head then and coughed and Relena
leaned her chin forward into her clasped hands, her elbows still supporting her
upon the table, �I�ll stay until Trowa and Quatre get here, how is that?�
The moment shattered and Heero sighed, shaking his head. She was a stubborn
one�he�d known that, of course, but she wasn�t as stubborn as he was. At least
that was what he kept trying to tell himself. �This isn�t a negotiation.�
Heero reached forward and wrapped one of his hands around the both of hers.
The size difference between them was momentarily distracting; he tried not to
show that. Leaning towards her, he made sure to catch her eyes as he stated,
�Relax. Catch up on your sleep and have some fun.�

�Is that an order, Mr. Yuy?� She replied, suddenly quite serious.
�Maybe it is.� He smirked and stood up, sensing that it was time for a
tactical retreat. Without the slightest thought, Heero left his laptop behind
and headed for the doors that lead further into the hotel. Perhaps he would
take advantage of that pool before he had to help Trowa figure out how to keep
Quatre from squealing on them. The idea of the two blondes working together was
enough to send chills down Heero�s back.
From behind him, he heard Relena growl in frustration and knew that she�d
found out he password locked his screensaver.

++//\++
�Rashid. Took Quatre to the country. Be back soon. Don�t worry,� Catherine
read aloud to the large, otherwise silent hotel room. Suite, she corrected
herself, as she took in the kitchenette and multiple bedroom doors. She
replaced the note scrawled in her little brother�s horrible hand writing back
upon the sideboard where she�d found it and then folded her arms before her
chest as she surveyed the room once more. Where was this cat she was supposed
to pick up, anyway?
She placed the key they�d given her in the lobby down beside the note so
that she�d know where it was and set her purse next to it as well. �Here kitty,
kitty, kitty��
Calling the cat underneath her breath, Catherine found herself wandering
into each of the rooms the suite had to offer. The master suite was behind the
door to the right side of the room; she was appalled to find that the bedroom
was large enough to fit their trailer in twice over. While the luxury was breathtaking
she also couldn�t help but feel it was just a little� much. What was the point
of all of this? And the bed hadn�t been made yet.

Catherine staved off a small touch of annoyance�but boys will be boys, she
reminded herself. A sudden impulse over took her and she found herself pulling
the covers from the bed and the pillows and beginning to re-straighten the
sheets. It didn�t take too long for someone who was a practiced hand at such
things. Soon enough, the bed looked as if it belonged in a linen-store
catalogue and she nodded with self satisfaction as she returned to her search.
Quatre wasn�t a messy person, Catherine was happy to note. His bed aside,
there wasn�t a single thing out of place. His clothes seemed to be put away,
bathroom cleaned, no personal paraphernalia lying about� It was almost too
neat. Catherine shook her head at herself and shut the door to the Master
bedroom when she�d done�the cat definitely wasn�t in there. �Kitty~� She
sing-songed through the living room as she crossed it to the next door; that
one was a shallow coat closet.
There was only one coat hung in it, a large brown trench coat far too big
for the slight blond she remembered from the war. Perhaps he�d grown? Catherine
closed the door after assuring herself that there was no cat there, either, and
turned to the next. This was a second bedroom, smaller than the first, which
sported two double beds and a private bathroom. Whoever the occupant of this
room was��Rashid,� she guessed from the note�they weren�t quite as neat as
Quatre seemed to be. The bed closest to the door was recently used.
Though there had been some attempt at setting it to rights, the end result was
shoddy at best. On the other bed a suitcase was laid open, indicating that the
room�s occupant was more inclined to live out of his or her suitcase rather
than use the drawers provided. �His,� Catherine decided as she glimpsed the
contents of the suitcase from the doorway.

�Kitty,� she called out again, leaning into the room a little and then glancing
behind her. Somehow this hadn�t felt at all like snooping until she�d entered
this room�but Trowa had asked her to come, and even sent her the room key!
Certainly Quatre had to know that she�d be doing this.
Maybe the bathroom� The suite�s second occupant had left the door to his
bathroom open, as well as cracked open the closet door despite his inclination
to not use the space. Catherine took a deep breath and let herself cross the
threshold. When nothing happened, she let the breath out with an airy giggle at
herself. The woman crossed to the bathroom without any further incident and
poked her head in. She found the switch with one hand, lit the small chamber
long enough to assure herself that the feline wasn�t there, either, and then
flicked the light off again.
Deciding to check the closet while she was at it, Catherine turned and let
out a startled shriek.
The man watching her from the doorway seemed amused at that; despite that
small smile stretched across his broad face, there was also subtle tension through
his broad shoulders and the way in which he watched her that suggested he was
in no mood to play games. Catherine felt her cheeks heat when she realized she
must be standing in the middle of his room. So was this Rashid?
Her watcher laid her doubts to rest then, and shifted to the side so that he
was leaning against the door jamb rather than blocking the whole of it, �I
didn�t see a maid�s cart out front and as you�re not in uniform, I�ll guess
you�re not with the hotel, Miss�?�

�Bloom,� Catherine tried to shake off her apprehension and crossed the short
distance between them with one hand outreached. The smile Rashid wore grew by a
few degrees and clasped her hand in his, the gesture warm and firm and
fleeting. �Catherine Bloom. I�m Trowa�s sister.�
�I see,� Rashid relaxed so visibly that Catherine had to fight the urge to
giggle. After releasing her hand, he brushed his fingers through his short,
dark hair; there was just the faintest of silver dusting beginning at his
temples, Catherine noted. It gave the man a distinguished sort of air that his
manner corroborated. �I didn�t realize he had one�his note said that he�s taken
Quatre out to the country?�
Catherine nodded and slipped back into the main room when Rashid moved out
of the doorway. The remaining tension ebbed and she threw Rashid an apologetic
smile, �Yeah, but I don�t know much more than that. He had a courier send me
the hotel key earlier today, and asked me to check in on the cat?�
Though it hadn�t been phrased as a question, Catherine couldn�t help but end
it as one as she glanced about the living room again.
�Rattrap.� Rashid replied and crossed his arms before his massive chest. The
woman frowned and glanced back at him, unable to help herself as she noticed
that underneath the business-casual button-down shirt he wore the line of his
body suggested that his lifestyle wasn�t a sedentary one. If she�d have
to guess, and it seemed she would, Catherine would have marked Rashid as
Quatre�s bodyguard. Though what a Gundam Pilot needed with a bodyguard she
didn�t have the faintest clue�
�That�s the cat�s name,� Rashid�s eyes were laughing at her now and
Catherine realized that she�d been staring. Refusing to blush at having been
caught, Catherine just offered him a smile and something of a laugh.
�That�s� fitting, I suppose, but unusual.�

�It isn�t Quatre�s cat. He was supposed to watch him for Duo�� There was an
annoyed undertone to Rashid�s voice that Catherine wasn�t certain how to take.
Though if it had anything to do with the man�s relationship to his employer it
certainly wasn�t any of her business! Catherine told her love for gossip to
take a hike and shrugged instead.
�Like I told Trowa, I can watch him. I like animals and we have a lot of
them at the circus, so it�s really no bother� We just have to find
him.�

�Easier said than done.� The man shook his head and began to check under the
couches in the sitting area. Catherine moved to make certain the cat hadn�t
managed to lodge itself behind the refrigerator or in one of the kitchenette
cabinets. �I�m afraid the thing rather well hates me. I would� appreciate your
help in this matter, Ms. Bloom. Ack!�
Catherine shut the door to the cabinet she�d been looking in at the man�s
yelp. Rashid had sat back in a crouch near the coffee table, frowning at a set
of red lines on the back of his hand. �Well, I found him.�
The woman crossed over to the couch quickly and sunk to her knees beside
Rashid. On her hands and knees she peered into the narrow confines between the
couch and floor to see two bright green eyes staring out at her. �So you did�
Hm�� Catherine tossed her head to clear her bangs from her eyes and extended a
hand towards the animal.

�I wouldn�t do that if I were you,� Rashid warned from behind her.

�Don�t worry, I have a lot of experience with this,� Catherine chuckled. Rather
than trying to touch the cat she pressed her thumb to the pads of her fore and
middle finger and rubbed them together. �I got Trowa to talk to me, didn�t I?�
�He�s your brother, isn�t he?� Rashid asked. She heard the man stand and
give her the full space between the couch and table.

�Well�� The woman shrugged; Rattrap was torn between watching her face and her
fingers. He leaned forward a little, nose wriggling at the tips of her
manicure. �That�s kind of a long story. We met during the war, but he�s� been
very close to me since.�
�I� see.� There was something in the way that he said that which caused
Catherine to lift her head to look at him. Rashid was standing not too far
away, at the open door to Quatre�s bedroom. He didn�t notice her looking at
him, for his attention was turned inward. The expression upon the man�s face
was all too familiar and Catherine had just begun to wonder if she�d misread
the relationship between him and Quatre when there was a soft touch upon her
hand.
She startled and the cat did too. With a wince, she returned to the task at
hand and leaned down once more to see where the cat was. Rattrap mewled at her
from right beneath the edge of the couch and then took one hesitant step out. Catherine
scratched under his chin and picked the cat up to cradle him against her chest.
The cat�s soft fur brushed under her chin as the cat sought to rectify his
position until she was carrying him as she would have a toddler and he was all
but clutching about her neck. She laughed.
�You have a way with hell beasts, Ms. Bloom.�

Catherine returned Rashid�s smile warmly and shook her head. �He�s just a bit
scared. I would be too, with all these new people about. He doesn�t have a
carrier, does he?�

�No, but he seemed to do just fine in the car.�
�That�s okay, then.� Catherine got to her feet and petted the cat�s back to
keep him soothed with all the movement. She glanced to Rashid as she headed for
the door. �I�m with the Circus� we�re out at the fairgrounds, just down I-25,
uh, South, I think. If you need to pick him up� or� anything.�
�This is very kind of you, Ms. Bloom,� Rashid followed her towards the door,
opening it for her when she got to it.

�Catherine,� she corrected for him, pausing in the doorway to smile up at him.

�Catherine,� he affirmed and returned her smile.

++//\++
�There.� Duo�s hand appeared over his shoulder, finger pointing toward the
TV monitor directly in front of him. The pair of them was currently entrenched
in the Hotel�s security room, the back of which was entirely covered in small
screens. Each TV screen displayed a rotating bit of footage from the various
cameras throughout the building�a fairly basic set up, all considered, though
not at all up to either Gundam Pilot�s standards. After Duo�s epiphany the
night before, the two had spent much of their afternoon going over the tapes
from the handful of cameras positioned in roughly the spot that they were
looking for. Until this moment the time had been an absolute waste�the hotel
had more blind spots in it than swiss cheese had holes.
Wufei paused the track and wound it back, setting the slow motion before he
pressed play. With his fingers poised over the pause button, they watched each
frame blip by. This particular camera was the only one positioned anywhere near
the fire exit that Duo had pointed out. It was supposed to be for the delivery
area where the kitchen received its supplies and the laundry trucks came and
went, however someone had knocked it aside and no one had paid attention. Wufei
thought he knew who it might have been, but a dusting of the equipment had
revealed no finger prints. Duo had argued that there was no way to know how
long ago the camera had been turned�it now faced down the alleyway through
which the delivery area was accessed, so he could be right. Either way, no one
had thought to check this camera before.
�Stop it,� Duo said just as he pressed the button to do so. Wufei suppressed
the urge to growl at his partner and reached for his coffee. Even as he brought
the cup to his lips, his mind replayed Duo�s comment the day before: �Really?
Because the fact that you�re frothing at the mouth over the lack of an
addictive substance really hints otherwise.� Wufei put the coffee down.
�Why am I looking at the laundry truck, Duo?� Wufei asked with what little
patience he had left.
�The plates,� Duo pronounced smugly and turned to lean his bum against the
consol. His partner didn�t need to look up to see the conceited smirk plastered
on Duo�s lips. Instead, Wufei focused his gaze on the fuzzy, grey-toned image
the monitor had to offer and after a moment shook his head.
�I don�t have my glasses with me.�
�Ah,� Duo�s act dropped, and he turned again to lean himself over Wufei�s
shoulder as he took a closer look at the plates. Wufei rolled his eyes. �Well,
if my eyes don�t deceive me I do believe they read �TX4AFSH�.�
Wufei thought about that for a moment. �That isn�t a valid plate for this
colony. Or it�s a vanity plate.�
�And why would a delivery truck have a vanity plate?� The question was
rhetorical, so Duo moved on, �The staff clearances and the checks on all
deliveries that day�the laundry was picked up at six a.m. and dropped off at
eight p.m. on schedule. But this truck is leaving at ten. Check the times. Our
girl loaded Rena into that, I�ll bet you anything on it.�

�Anything?� Wufei asked even as he punched up the time data.

Beside him, Duo grinned like a lark and gave his eyebrows a suggestive waggle,
�You have something in mind?�

The Chinese boy blinked and, caught entirely off guard by this, looked up
before he�d checked the information. He hadn�t been a Gundam Pilot for nothing,
however, and recovered almost instantly. Wufei let a smirk cross his face, �If
you�re wrong you�re never calling me �Fei� again.�

If anything, Duo�s grin only got wider. �And since I�m right?�
�I�ll give up coffee.�

�Oh god, no!� The braided idiot�s face was suddenly awash in horror, �For the
love of all that�s holy, man, we need you caffeinated!�
�I�m not that bad,� Wufei grumbled to himself and looked back down at his
papers. He frowned at the time marker for the shot that Duo had picked and the
corresponding one to the late-staying delivery truck. God damnit, Duo was
right. He sighed. �Alright, Maxwell, you win.�

�Nah-ah,� Duo shook his head and took the file away. Wufei frowned and followed
the papers up to where Duo was now flipping through them, seemingly for some
bit of information. As he watched, the boy reached over to the consol and
pressed a button to print out a screen grab of the truck. �Not Maxwell.�
Wufei arched a brow and leaned back in his seats. The printer spewed forth
the image after a few seconds, and Duo waved it dry before he stuck the sheet
into the file with everything else that they had found to be pertinent to the
case. �You made a bet with the devil and you lost buddy-boy. My condition is
that you can�t call me Maxwell anymore.�

�And what, exactly, do you expect me to call you?�

The boy donned that same, evil little smirk that Wufei had become so used to
over the past two months. By the light of the flickering monitors Duo�s
expression sent a chill down his spine and suddenly Wufei had an idea of what
their opposition might have felt like during the war. �By my name.�

++//\++
His head felt like a Gundam had just done a tap dance number inside of it,
complete with encore and stage rehearsal. It didn�t help that the ground
beneath him was shaking subtly or that the light was far too bright for his
liking. His head hurt too much to think, but he did manage to groan something
that he didn�t remember any longer than it took to leave his mouth.
Then some minor relief came in a cool cloth against his forehead and a hand
running through his hair. Quatre opened his eyes slightly, wincing away from
the brilliant light behind the hand�s owner. He couldn�t make out more than a
blur before he squeezed his eyes shut again, but that blur had managed to give
off the feel of masculinity. �Go back to sleep, Quatre,� a familiar, soothing voice
said and the fingers danced over his cheek, �We�ll be there soon.�
The blond relaxed, giving only the faintest whimper for the pain of his
headache and nodded. Sleep sounded like a great idea, if it meant that his head
would stop hurting, and somehow he knew that he could trust this person. He
tucked his head into the darkness created by his arms and let sleep claim him
once again.

++//\++
Wufei listened to the annoying jingle on the other end of the phone and
considered tracking down and strangling the composer. Or, if nothing else, the
person who invented ring-back tones; Wufei was convinced that that person was a
sadist. Who wanted to listen to other people�s crappy idea of good music,
anyway? Worse yet, the pretentious idiots who tried to make �points� of their
ring-backs. More and more Wufei began to believe that no one in the world knew
how to communicate in an honest, straight-forward manner anymore. He missed the
days on his colony, where everyone knew one another, grew up together, got married,
had kids and eventually died without ever having to face the horrors of a
long-distance phone bill to Earth.
Sally eventually picked up on the third repeat of �the taste of her cherry
chapstick,� and sing-songed an all too perky �hello� into her end of the
receiver. Wufei snorted. �I swear to God, Sally, if I�m singing that tune in
the shower tonight, I�ll be coming for your head.�

�Come now, Wufei, we all know you could do with a few girly kisses,� the woman
on the end chuckled.
Shaking his head, Wufei moved a little further from the door of the hotel
and glared at a nearby trashcan. Why had he thrown that coffee away again? Oh
yes, Maxwell�Duo. The thought of his partner seemed to spark something
and Wufei found himself asking, �Are you aware that Duo calls you �Butcher�?�
�Quite. He screams it loud enough every time he has to be patched up,� there
was a laugh and the familiar squeak of Sally�s leather office chair. He
imagined that she was sitting down in it now, just after her afternoon coffee
break. They always met in the staff lounge at around this time, by Earth
Standard; since he wasn�t there, she would have just returned to her office to
do paperwork. �And since when have you started calling him �Duo�?�
�Since I lost a bet,� the boy grumbled and kicked the ground. �Your guess
was right. Duo has had some contact from Heero. He says not in the past two
months or so, but I can�t tell if he�s lying or not.� The space outside the
hotel lobby was clear of reporters for the time being. Over thirty-six hours
into the investigation and they still had yet to have a leak�that in itself was
a small miracle which Wufei was not going to question. Instead, he enjoyed his
moment alone while Duo wheedled the cops into getting the license plates run
just a little faster and tried to track down someone who knew the
office number for their laundry service. Wufei had attempted to do all of this,
of course, but for some reason the idiotic staff here seemed less than inclined
to work with him�they all but jumped through hoops for Duo. He blamed those
baby-blues.

Silence followed that statement. Just as Wufei was beginning to think he�d lost
signal, Sally made a soft noise and sighed. �I�ll relay the information but�
Wufei, you weren�t supposed to tell Duo about that.�

�I didn�t,� Wufei couldn�t help the rude noise which accompanied that
statement. �His whereabouts came up in conversation. I thought Une might need
the information.�

�She�ll be happy for it, yes. I must say, I�m surprised you didn�t go to her
directly.� There was a shuffle of papers and then the tick-tack-tick of fingers
on a keyboard. Wufei didn�t think anything of it, as Sally and Une communicated
more through e-mail than in person when they were at work.

�I�ve been here, coping with the Braided Idiot for nearly forty-eight-hours and
the clock is still running. I really don�t need a conversation with that harpy
to top my day off.�
�You could have just said that you missed me.�
�I really don�t think I could have,� Wufei replied with a faint smirk. He turned
to lean against one of the columns that held up the overhanging roof of the
drop-off area and in doing so found himself face-to-face with the impassive
gaze of his partner. How long had Duo been standing there?
�I see how it is!� Sally was laughing on the other end but Wufei�s mirth had
disappeared in one wholly awkward heartbeat.
�Sally� I�ll call you back.� A single click ended the call before she could
protest. Wufei shoved the device into his coat pocket and waited for Duo to
break the silence. It was odd, Duo without a smile stapled to his face.
�I got the address to the laundry mat,� Duo said after a moment and
indicated a sheaf of papers in his hand with a single, idle wave, �And the
plates are a dead end, at least on this colony. I�m having them run through the
three other colonies which actually match that format. If nothing comes up
we�ll move to the others for vanity plates.�
With that, Duo moved to brush past Wufei and try and hail one of the cabs
which ran omnipresent down this entire boulevard. In a seeming after thought,
Duo stopped just as he was shoulder-to-shoulder with his partner and gave him a
look which was chillingly serious. �I don�t lie, Wufei.�
The boy raised a hand and a cab stopped. Duo circled it and climbed in,
leaving the near door for Wufei�s benefit. With a vague sense of shame, Wufei
stepped forward and joined him in the cab. They still had a job to do.

++//\++
This place was probably condemned. Relena wrinkled her nose as she stared
down another dark passage of the hotel, and tried to forget about a specific
movie she�d seen years ago with her friends. There were no strange old psychic
chefs or ghostly twins parading around here! The Minister promised herself that
if she so much as a saw a tike she would run screaming into Heero�s arms.
Gundams, mobile dolls and threat of explosion she could handle, but she drew
the line at homicidal ghosts.
Down the dusty hallway she went, warily eyeing the numbers still affixed to
the hotel rooms. Wherever this was, it had been beautiful in its time. Now it
stood a husk of its former glory like the lined and worn face of an actress
past her prime. In a way, Relena couldn�t help but feel a little sorry for the
hotel, standing forgotten by all in a sad reminder of more decadent times. All
but two, anyway. She turned the corner and came to the end of the hall where a
stairway led down to the floor below. There was a window directly across from
it which spanned both floors, the glass twinkling in the last rays of sunlight
cast over the empty stalls and rides and booths. A thousand fairy lights of
broken glass and forgotten bulbs shimmered in the ruins of the park below; the
sight was breathtaking. She watched them as she trotted down the stairs and
Relena had to hand it to Heero�if you had to be abducted, this was the
sort of place it was nice to be abducted to.
Something tugged on her shoe as she neared the bottom of the staircase.
Startled, the girl pitched forward and lost her grip on the banister tumbling
to the landing. Relena hissed as pain shot up through her one elbow, her hip
and side. That faded quickly, however, and she twisted to push herself up when
her left ankle rang out with a pain entirely different from a momentary jar;
she bit back a yelp.

Looking back at it, Relena was glad to note that her foot wasn�t twisted at any
unnatural angle. It had landed two steps from the floor and smacked the top of
her foot against the flat of the wood. Relena braced herself and tried to raise
her foot. When tears sprang to her eyes and another wave of pain washed over
her body, the girl stopped and waited patiently for it to fade a little.
Sending up a silent prayer that it was just sprained, Relena gathered herself
together and slowly eased her foot off of the step and down to the floor with
her. There was more pain involved in that simple action than there rightfully
should have been.
Next, she pushed herself into a sitting position and then grabbed the
railing to help herself to her feet�foot, she corrected, for putting any weight
at all on her injured ankle only produced more pained tears. Once she was
certain of her stance, the girl took a look around the hallway and realized
that she didn�t really know where she was. If this were a horror
movie, now would be the time for the murderer or vengeful spirit to happen
along and terrorize her. It wouldn�t kill her of course, not yet�there hadn�t
been enough of a climax built up yet. Assuming that she was the main character,
anyway; since she was the lone girl in a haunted mansion Relena felt that that
was a fair estimate.
Her subconscious decided to poke her with the idea that Heero was either the
anti-hero or the killer. Relena used that thought to try and distract herself
as she hobbled the few feet to the nearest wall. Despite recent events,
she really hoped that Heero was the anti-hero�mostly because she couldn�t very
well imagine anything more frightening than Heero angry and didn�t really want
that chasing her around a hotel. She�d take strange, naked corpses in bathtubs
over an enraged Gundam Pilot.
Several minutes and half a hallway later, Relena had to sink down to the
floor and take a breather. She�d been forced to put more weight on her ankle
than she wanted to and it had left her breath shaky and hands weak. Relena
pressed her back against the wall and bit her bottom lip. She stretched her
left leg out in front of her and pulled the leg of her pajama bottoms up enough
that she could see her ankle. It was beginning to swell, and there was a
red-purple hue spreading across her skin. How attractive�
The light from outside was fading quickly as the sun set. Though the rooms
that they used had running electricity, Relena wasn�t certain what sort of
system Heero was using. If the hotel was still on the grid then it was possible
that some of the overhead lighting would still work�assuming she could find a
switch�but if he was running a generator it was more likely that he�d only run
electricity to specific rooms. Though she hadn�t seen any of the tell-tale
wires of a generator it was still possible, she thought, if you took into
consideration the amount of time Heero had spent fixing up the living areas.
Just as Relena was beginning to wonder how likely it was that calling for
Heero would bring him, the sound of footsteps reached her ears. They were
rushed�running.
The girl sat up a little straighter as Heero rounded the corner at the end
of the hall at a head-long pace. For a moment, she flashed back to her earlier
thoughts of a horror movie set up and she drew away from him as he approached,
slowing for the last few feet before he reached her. Heero frowned at her
behavior but dropped into a crouch at her side. �What happened?�
�How did you know where I was?� She demanded, and bit back a yelp as his
fingers grazed over the sore, naked flesh of her ankle. Heero retracted his
hand immediately, those piercing blue eyes flying to her face. In answer he
jerked his chin towards the corner; Relena turned enough to look at the far
corner of the hall. At first she wasn�t certain what he meant, and then she
caught it: a slow, steadily blinking red light underneath a cob-webbed faux
plant set on an equally dirty table.
She jumped when he touched her and found herself being scooped into his
arms. Heero held her up without the slightest difficulty, cradling her to his
chest as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. It wasn�t the first time
she�d been carried by him in the past week�that particular trip over his
shoulder was still quite fresh in her mind�but it was the first time she could
remember being carried so� gently.
He took her to a room she hadn�t seen before. By the far more complete look
of it, Relena guessed that it was one he�d spent some time cleaning up. The
rugs on the floor were clean, if a little threadbare, and the furniture dusted
and polished. It was also the first room she�d seen that was fully
furnished�this one sported two couches, a coffee table, armchair, several
filled bookshelves lining the walls and a large mahogany entertainment center
with a cabinet in the middle which looked as if it should hold a TV. Heero set
her gently on the couch and left the room.
Relena eyed the door he�d left through for a long moment before she shook
her head in disbelief. She shifted herself a little on the couch and twisted
herself to fluff the throw pillows behind her when she realized that there were
none�that shouldn�t have come as a surprise, but it somehow struck her as odd
that Heero had forgotten a detail. If this room was any indication, the boy had
obviously been trying to make the place seem as normal as a condemned hotel
could be.
Heero returned more quickly than she�d have thought possible; he had an
armful of medical supplies, probably more than she�d have thought necessary.
Kneeling beside the couch, Heero pulled her pants leg back up and rolled the
cuff up around her knee. Relena shifted awkwardly upon the cushion and then
hissed as Heero touched her ankle again. He didn�t so much as glance at her and
she felt her cheeks heat a little. Despite the pain, she was able to realize
how embarrassing it was to be so� weak in front of him. �I tripped
down the stairs,� she finally explained.
He snorted and gave a nod. After he�d carefully explored the swelling flesh,
Heero sorted through the supplies he�d brought. A short roll of bandages was
quickly bound around the flesh; he secured it with a metal clasp and then
brought out what looked like a piece of blue foam with Velcro attached.
�What�?� She asked.
�Cold wrap.� He replied as he settled her ankle into the device and strapped
it about her foot and leg. It certainly lived up to its name in temperature.
Despite the chill, it did ease the pain of her ankle.
�You just happened to have one around?� Heero got up and headed for a small
door between two of the book cases. It proved to be a closet, from which he
extracted two throw pillows. Why the boy hadn�t set them out, she couldn�t
fathom. Instead of handing them to her, however, he put them on the other end
of the couch and settled her ankle on it.
�I thought it might come in handy� and it did.� The boy shrugged. They
stared at one another until Relena looked away. Her gaze landed on the mahogany
panels across the room.
�Is that a TV?� Her companion grunted in response. He crossed the room and
slid the cabinet panels open to reveal the large screen monitor. Taking the
remote off the top of the screen, he returned to the couch and handed the
object to her. She accepted it graciously and smiled. �Thank you.�
There was a nod in response, and Relena couldn�t help but notice that Heero
was looking at her ankle again. She frowned and, unsure of what to say, began
to shift backward so that she could lean against the side of the couch. A hand
upon her shoulder stopped her.
Relena looked up again as Heero sat down in the space between her and the
end of the couch. An arm slid itself about her middle and guided her back
against his chest. Pressed so closely against him, she could feel how tense he
was; his nervousness mirrored her own. The thoughts that she�d been trying to
repress the day before slipped back into her mind and began to suggest ulterior
motives for wanting to take her away from the rest of the world. In order to
ignore this, Relena lifted the remote and hit the power button. The screen flickered
to life, bringing with it the raucous laughter from a Japanese game show.
After a few minutes of watching their brightly coloured insanity, Relena
tipped her head back so that she could see the boy she was leaning against. �Is
there anything in English?� Relena found herself whispering�she wasn�t sure
why. She offered him the remote like a peace offering.
His arm shifted about her, tightening in a way that was more reassuring than
binding, and his eyes flickered to her face before he accepted the remote. His
fingers, calloused and frayed from years of hard work, brushed against hers and
Relena jerked her gaze from his. The sounds from the television began to blur
together as he skimmed through the stations and Relena looked down at the arm
draped so casually around her.
A sudden impulse overtook her and she laid her arm over his, her fingertips
grazing the back of his knuckles. Relena settled herself against his side and
tipped her head back upon his shoulder. Laughter once again filled the room as he
stopped upon an old English-language sitcom�it was subtitled in Japanese but
that was easy enough to ignore. Heero put the remote aside and for a long while
they sat together in silence.
It was about the time that the show ended, when they had both relaxed enough
to laugh faintly at some of the jokes, that Heero tipped his cheek into her
hair. �I didn�t mean for you to get hurt here,� he whispered.
�I know,� she replied and turned her head that her temple might touch his
cheek.

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The owner of the laundry mat was a pudgy, balding man in his late fifties
who had something of a slavish look to his dress; he certainly wasn�t the sort
one would think to leave their laundry with if they wanted it back clean.
Duo was willing to give him the benefit of doubt, however, especially after a
quick tour of the facilities showed everything as sparkling clean and running
with a clockwork efficiency that even Wufei would be able to appreciate. Duo
tried not to bristle at the mere thought of the boy currently walking
alongside him.
�So I�m not quite sure we can help you boys out,� the man was saying as he
led them into the back area where the delivery trucks were all coming in for
the night. �All our trucks were here, safe and sound when we opened up this
morning.�

�Do you have surveillance cameras in the yard?� Wufei asked with his usual
abruptness. This time Duo didn�t even try to step in between him and the
citizen�maybe some human interaction would do Wufei some good. Well aware that he
was behaving somewhat childishly, Duo just pressed his fists a little more
firmly into the front pockets of his jacket, pulling the material tight enough
to risk stretching it. He had taken a lot of things in his time, and had let
all of it roll off his back like water over a pebble bed. They were just
words�it didn�t matter, right? Only, this time it was� different. This time, it
was someone Duo cared about.

The mat�s owner rubbed the back of his fleshy neck and shook his head,
�Technically, yeah, but it�s more for show. It doesn�t do much anymore �cept
show a little red light and pretend it�s taping something. It hasn�t worked
right in years.�

So, maybe their organization wasn�t entirely efficient. Wufei shook
his head in disbelief and Duo decided it was time to intervene. �And you�re
certain that no one messed with the locks?�

�Positive,� the man frowned, �I check the gates myself, every morning and every
night.�

�Do you use a padlock or is it electronic?� Duo countered. He could see the
gates on the other side of the yard, just around one of the delivery trucks. As
he watched, the last truck came in for the night and the gate began to slide
shut.
�Electronic,� the man snorted in disbelief, �Ain�t no one in the sphere that
trusts a padlock anymore.�
�Do you mind if I take a look at it?� Duo asked. He got a shrug in response,
which he read as permission and began to pick his way across the yard, dodging
various employees who seemed to know better than to stop and gawk at the
Preventers in their midst. Over the din of the workplace, Duo could just barely
hear Wufei continue to grill their host about his security measures and
anything �odd� which might have come up in the past few days. At this point,
however, Duo was beginning to consider that the truck they�d seen might have
somehow been a fake, despite the logo splashed onto its side. It wouldn�t be
hard to mimic, he decided after a moment of deliberation, just time-consuming
and costly.
The real question was whether or not Heero would go to such lengths.
Duo thought that he might, but it would be worth it to check the lock
anyway. He found the consol for the lock easily enough�it was right in the open
on the inside of the yard, built into the large column which supported the
gates. With expert ease, Duo flipped the panel open and gave the screen a quick
tap with his index finger to wake it and the machine beeped angrily at him. He
glanced at the number pad beside the screen and, after performing a quick
evaluation of the device, punched in the proper access code.
In less than a minute he had gained entry not only to the gates but to any
information the system had to offer; it really was too easy. Models like this
always kept records of their usage�it was a failsafe measure to alert anyone
that they had been tampered with. The problem was that most of the people who
owned systems like this never even realized that they came with that function,
much less had any idea how to properly utilize the information.
Just to drive his point home, he pressed the button that would re-open the
gates.
�Now, how in the world did you do that, young�n?� The laundry owner asked as
he and Wufei joined Duo at the control panel. Duo turned around, resisting the
urge to glance at his partner as he did. Though he told himself that he didn�t
need Wufei�s approval, there was still a large part of him that hoped to once
again see a glimmer of respect in the man�s eyes. Or perhaps that was just his
pride wanting to make Wufei eat crow.
�The keypad,� he replied, and winced a second later when he realized just
how smug that sounded. �They wear out, you see, especially models that have the
painted numbers. You�re much better off with a blank-key model or a pure touch
screen, rather than the integrated system like this. Any thief fresh to the
game could break in to this place just by glancing at the keys.�
The man looked so shell-shocked that Duo actually felt a little sorry for
him. Duo did glance at Wufei then, but only to get the man�s attention. Once he
was certain that he had it, he turned back to the control screen and pointed at
the display, �The gate was reopened from the inside at twenty-ten, locked, and
then reopened from the outside at twenty-three-oh-five, and locked it again
behind them. Someone took one of your trucks, sir.�
�Which means that we need to search each and every one, as well as have
access to your security feeds,� Wufei added without a pause. Duo stole another
glance at him, just enough to ascertain that Wufei still looked uncomfortable
with something. If he knew the other boy as well as he thought he did, it was
likely that he couldn�t adjust to the idea that Duo was right.
The owner of the laundry mat shook his head in disbelief. After a moment he
seemed to realize that that could have been taken as refusal and he nodded his
head, one pudgy hand rubbing its way through his sparse hair. �Of course, of
course� is there any way you could look it over tonight? I still� there�s
business to do in the morning.�
�Sure,� Duo nodded before Wufei could find any reason to object, �But you
must understand that if we find anything��
�Of course,� the man nodded. He glanced at his staring workers and then
looked back at the gate to stare at it. Duo knew that the man was still shocked
at the idea that his safe little world wasn�t quite as safe as he�d thought it
was�even if he hadn�t had anything of his stolen, the invasion of one�s
security was still a hard thing to adjust to. Duo could appreciate that.
He reached out and took his partner�s elbow, turning them both away and dropped
the appendage when Wufei seemed inclined to follow. �Let�s get the officers,�
he said, �We�re going to need help on this.�

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