"Shhh... " he soothed.
"That's what having a partner is all about." The smile on his
face was... beauteous. Relena had been right about that much; my reaching
out for him like this was answering... some deep need of his own. "Come
on," he coaxed gently. "Let's go get you settled."
I just gave in to it and let go; let him take me to the cockpit and settle
me in the co-pilots seat with Fuzzy-butt. Let him strap me in and I just...
drifted and watched him get my ship ready to launch. I had a small moment
of panic; some deep part of my mind waking up and wanting to know just
what in the hell I was doing. I'd never sat through launch in the co-pilots
seat before. But I didn't have the damn strength to really care and the
little voice just threw up its hands in defeat and went away. I was too
lost in the past to listen to it. Too full of old memories and old pain;
too consumed with... remembering.
I thought with a pang, as Heero was checking the seal report, that I'd
forgotten to punch Solo's shoulder. "Sorry, rat-king," I murmured
and it got me a glance from Heero.
"S'ok, baby-rat," Solo whispered in my ear, sitting on the arm
of the co-pilot's seat with a cocky grin. "You just take it easy.
New guy looks like he's doin' ok." He would have ruffled my hair
if he hadn't been imaginary. I smiled at him anyway.
Heero smiled back. I let my eyes close and when they blinked open again
I heard Relena and Chezarina's voices behind me and knew they were belted
into the jump seats.
"Zarina get her patch?" I mumbled to Heero and he smiled across
"I took care of it," he assured me and a strange glint came
into his eyes. "Bear in the co-pilot's seat?" he asked as though
he were going over a checklist.
I reached to rub the ear of my second. "Bear is in place."
"Got your cross?" he asked gently.
"Of course," I responded to the familiar banter coming from
this unfamiliar quarter.
"You want to queue the music?" he asked, his own hands flicking
across my boards, bringing my engines to life.
I couldn't help but grin when I heard the almost exasperated sigh behind
me, if I were a real shit I would have queued up 'Planet Zydeco' or 'Domino
Death'. Instead, after a moments thought I made my choice. "Take
her out, partner." I smiled and closed my eyes.
"Aye, Captain," came the warm reply. The music began and I felt
the ship lift at almost the exact same time.
"Don't tell a Gypsy she has no home
For the land is mine where ever I roam.
To a single place I need not return
For a Gypsy's home is where the heart will burn.
For the road is wide and the sky is tall
And before I die I will see it all
Yes, the road is wide and the sky is tall
And before I die I will see it all... "
He headed us back to Earth. It would take us two days to get there but
it didn't really matter to me, I was already home. Home was sitting across
from me, deftly maneuvering my 'Demon' out of the docking bay and into
space. This trip had not ended up being at all what I had thought it would
be. I had grossly over-taxed my still healing body and over the next couple
of weeks I would curse this trip to hell and back while I struggled to
regain the ground I had cost myself. But I wouldn't have changed a whole
hell of a lot even if I could have. I would not have gone back and sacrificed
Relena to save my wrist anymore than I would have denied Toria their shot
at the expo prize money. I had a couple of regrets but very little that
I was ashamed of. I had done what I had to when the time had come. You
can't ask for more than that.
I suppose, when you thought about the reason I had come out here to begin
with, you could say this trip was something of a flop. I honestly don't
think I made a bit of difference in how Relena saw anything. But somehow,
that mission looked a little... unimportant next to the loss the Brannigan's
had taken. I had managed, despite all my own problems, to be there when
my friends had needed me. That was nothing to sneer at. And maybe, if
I hadn't managed to make Relena dislike me any less... maybe Toria had
managed to make her see the colonies in a different light. Relena had
honestly seemed to like the woman, something I never would have freakin'
I dozed off again wondering idly if I would ever get my t-shirt and jeans
back from her Highness.
I woke to the feel of hands undoing my harness and my 'ship sense' told
me we were clear of the station and underway.
"Wake up, love," Heero was saying gently and I blinked open
"Everything all right?" I murmured and he smiled at me lovingly.
"Everything is just fine," he told me, "let's get you to
I opened my mouth to protest and then closed it again. Why the hell not?
I was exhausted; why couldn't I just go back and sleep some more? Heero
was here and taking care of things. I could trust him to handle anything
that came up... hell, he'd handled the launch and nothing else was going
to happen until we got to our destination.
"Ok," I said meekly and I let go of the last threads of control,
giving over to him completely. His gentle smile became a grin. "Don't
get too used to this," I warned him with a growl and he chuckled
"Oh, I know better." He said, "but that doesn't mean I
can't enjoy it while I can."
I snorted and allowed him to pull me to my feet. Relena and Chezarina
were already unbelted and gone. He steered me toward the door.
"Let's keep the cargo bay pressurized this time," I murmured,
feeling a twinge from my wrist.
Heero chuckled, his hands on my shoulders, steering me through the door.
I hesitated in the corridor and with my cheeks flaming, reached to touch
Solo's arm. I'm just a tiny bit superstitious, ok? Heero's one hand left
my shoulder, covering my fingers where they rested on the wall and he
whispered close to my ear, "I took care of that too." The very
fact that he had noticed made me smile at him. The fact that he had maintained
that silly tradition for me warmed me to the core.
Then he put me to bed and I slept like I'd been pole-axed until dinnertime.
Even then, he had to call me. Emotional turmoil is damn wearing stuff.
For two cents I would have rolled over and told him to leave me the fuck
alone but I got the fuel/heal lecture and I gave it up. Crawling out of
the bunk with only the minimum of muttered curses. I refused to leave
the cabin until I had redone my hair and washed my face and by the time
I wandered into the galley, yawning and stretching, the others were already
"Well," Chezarina observed brightly, "you look much better
than you did the last time we saw you."
"Yeah," I grumbled, "the jury's still out but I think I
might live." I went to the fridge and dug out a soda and returned
to the table with it. I was greeted with an unhappy frown from Heero and
I raised the bulb to him in salute and said, "Deal with it."
Somebody dished up a plate of something that involved pasta and tomato
sauce and I dutifully ate it. It wasn't bad but to this day I can't tell
you what it was.
"Relena was telling me about the children at the Home," Chezarina
prodded gently. "They sound adorable."
I snorted. "I don't think there's a one of them that would thank
you for that description."
She chuckled. "Do you know any child who would?"
"I suppose not." I grinned at her, thinking about how pissed
off I would have been at that age if someone had called me 'adorable'.
"So what is all this about music lessons?" she asked gently,
keeping the verbal ball in the air and I wondered, not for the first time,
if the woman had some formal training in 'conversation'. "Do all
the children attend special classes?"
I sighed. "No... only the ones who end up not being adopted. That's
a little rarer than it used to be. I usually wait until they turn twelve."
Heero was giving me an unreadable look and I had a feeling when we got
the hell back to Earth we were going to end up having a nice long talk.
"But... violin lessons?" Chezarina questioned and I had to wonder
just how in the hell Relena had told this story. I started to feel defensive
and tried to tamp down on it.
I traced designs in the tomato sauce on my plate. "When you're an
orphan and you get to be... twelve, thirteen years old... you can pretty
well bet that your dream family isn't coming to whisk you away."
That came out a little more... bitter than I had intended and I gave her
a small smile in an effort to temper it. "When the kids get to be
twelve, I tell them that they get one shot at their dreams. They get a
couple of months between my trips to L2 to decide just what in the hell
they want to do... and I do my best to see they get a shot at it."
I shrugged. "Davey wants to be a musician." As far as I was
concerned, that was all there was to say about it. Davey wanted to be
a musician. Davey got to try for it. Period. End of story.
She blinked across the table at me, perhaps seeing this amusing story
Relena had told her in a different light, "Heavens, Duo... how can
you afford... " she stopped, looking vaguely uncomfortable with what
she had just said and I grinned at her.
"Prior to my fracturing the hell out of my reputation," I told
her lightly, "I pretty much commanded my own price in the salvage
business; there aren't... weren't a lot of people who do what I do."
Relena looked confused, her eyes darting around the room. "Then why
in the world do you... "
I laughed out loud. "Why don't I live like a... an Arabian prince?
To an old street rat... this is the lap of luxury. I don't need any more
She didn't look convinced, only frowning at me in confusion. "No...
why do you live such a... dangerous lifestyle?"
I was starting to suspect that little Miss Relena had a touch of space-phobia.
Probably hadn't been helped by the two little 'incidents' we'd had on
the way in to L2. "I live out here because I choose to... I love
space. I always have. I was born out here in the colonies and to me this
is no more dangerous than things that you don't think twice about."
She raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Statistically, more people die every day behind the wheel of a car
than at the controls of a space shuttle. This isn't all that dangerous
if you know what you're doing."
She looked at me with the strangest appraising look. "And you know
what you're doing?" There was a certain amount of challenge in that
"Yeah," I asserted and I suppose there was a certain amount
of pride in that, "I pretty much know what I'm doing."
"Then how did you end up stranded in the asteroid belt?" She
had glanced back down at her dinner and her face was flaming red but she
asked it all the same.
Well wasn't this just her day for hitting below the belt? I heard Heero...
growl but I ignored him. "I took a calculated risk and I lost,"
I said flatly. "It's part of my job. It's what my business is based
on... taking the risks that nobody else will."
The room was just fucking dead still. Chezarina was working her jaw like
she was desperate to find a way to change the subject and didn't know
how. Guess 'Conversation 101' didn't cover this kind of verbal battlefield.
Heero was... fairly vibrating with tension. I was a little surprised that
Relena was still in one piece.
"It seems to me... " she said very softly, "that it was
kind of selfish of you to take that job."
I blinked at her. "Selfish?" I prompted and was really pleased
that I was able to say it with a steady voice. She was really starting
to piss me off.
"A lot of people endangered themselves to come out there and save
you." My God, I'd never seen anyone turn quite that shade of red
before. I'm surprised she wasn't on the verge of passing out.
I reached across the table and gently lay my hand over Heero's white-knuckled
fist without having to look. He was on the verge of delivering a verbal
attack that was going to amount to decimating the combat zone. He bit
back on it when my fingers touched the back of his hand. It would have
to remember to thank him for his restraint later.
"It was a fluke that I survived the initial accident," I told
her calmly. "You do not generally get second chances in the salvage
business. There wasn't suppose to be anything left to rescue." All
eyes in the room were on me but I bulled forward. "Nobody was supposed
to come after me."
"Why in the world did you take a job like that to begin with?"
she blurted, totally oblivious to how close she was to getting her head
"It was too lucrative an offer to turn down," I said softly.
"So you can be bought," she said and her jaw tightened.
I had to give Heero's hand a little squeeze to keep him in his chair.
"I guess I can," I smiled at her but she missed it, as she was
still staring at her plate. "My price is the need of my friends."
Her head came up and she took in my smile, my restraining hand and the
livid expression on Heero's face all at the same time. Damn shocking to
look up and realize you've wandered into the middle of a minefield.
Heero's clenched fist suddenly opened and turned under my hand. He laced
our fingers together and I looked up to meet his eyes.
"He took the job in partnership with the Sweepers not because he
needed the work but because his friends were in danger of losing their
business." He was talking to Relena but he was looking only at me.
"And when the job went sour and we mounted the rescue mission...
he begged us not to come. He threatened to kill himself to keep us from
taking the risk. But... we told him we were coming anyway... alive or
dead." His expression went gently wistful. "And while he may
be stubborn... he's never been stupid."
She was bright enough to keep her mouth shut. Heero was still gazing at
me and I could see he was reliving that trip. Remembering how close it
had all been. Abruptly, he squeezed my fingers and then let go, standing
to leave the room without another word.
I watched him go and then turned back to Relena. "You don't do your
cause any good when you attack me in front of him," I told her bluntly
and could have laughed at the totally confused look I got from her. God,
she was clueless sometimes. I sighed and scrubbed my good hand over my
face, searching for words to get through to her. "Relena... he loves
me. I almost died out there... think about it." And I got up to go
He was in our cabin, just standing in the middle of the room with his
back to the door. I know he heard me coming but he didn't turn, let me
slide my arms around him from behind and he dropped his head backward
to rest on my shoulder. "It's all right, love," I whispered.
His body was almost trembling with repressed anger. "I'm going to
kill her," he grated.
"No you're not," I soothed, pulling him tight against me.
"Who the hell does she think she is, attacking you like that?"
His hand sought out my good one where it rested on his waist and held
"She's your best friend," I murmured against the side of his
neck and waited for the explosion.
He didn't disappoint me. He pulled free and whirled around to face me,
drawing me close against his chest. "The hell!" he snapped,
"I won't fucking have anything to do with her if she doesn't learn
to respect you!"
I chuckled at him and I think I was starting to get on his nerves with
my... calmness. "Heero... " I asked softly, "what was your
relationship with Relena like six months ago?"
He drew back to look at me, anger making his eyes dark. "What the
hell are you... "
I touched his lips with the back of a knuckle. "Just answer the question."
And grinned, "Plain speaking."
He just stood and blinked at me for a few minutes, trying to settle his
temper. "I don't know," he finally sighed. "We... were
friends. Good friends. We got together probably once a week or so and
went out. I used to be able to talk to her." He was frowning slightly
as he thought it through. "She wasn't like she is now... I don't
know what happened."
"And that changed... when?" I smiled lovingly at him and I must
have really looked like a condescending little shit.
He opened his mouth, shut it and then opened it again with a touch of
that temper showing, seeing exactly when things had changed. "You
needed me," he said defensively.
"Is it any wonder she hates me so much, Heero?" I chided gently,
"I stole her best friend away from her. The last person who she had
dared to count on through thick and thin."
The anger seemed to seep out of him and he sighed heavily. "You can't
deny that I had other priorities," he said, not quite ready to give
up the argument.
"At first," I agreed, brushing at a lock of his hair, "but
after the first month or so it wouldn't have killed me to spend an evening
alone now and again."
His arms tightened around me and he frowned. "You weren't ready...
" he growled and then stopped. We had never spoken out loud about
my anxiety attacks, about my near inability to stay alone. I had sort
of known that he knew about what I had been going through. But I wouldn't
admit to it and he wouldn't bring it up for fear of upsetting me.
"Look," I told him, ignoring what I didn't want to talk about,
"I told you I didn't want how she and I feel about each other to
effect how you felt about either one of us... and I meant it."
"I won't sit by and listen to her try to hurt you," he said
and the anger was welling back to the surface.
"She's only trying to hurt back," I told him and wondered where
all this deep psychological shit was coming from. If you dug very far
below my surface, all I wanted to do was go kick her ass. "I
took you away from her. I blackmailed her into doing something she didn't
want to do. Then I dragged her out here and rubbed her nose in 'us'
as a couple for a solid damn week." I grinned. "We're actually
pretty damn lucky she hasn't snuck in and knifed me in my sleep."
His eyes flew wide for a second like he was actually considering the possibility
and his arms tightened protectively around me. I knew without a doubt
that he'd be sleeping on the outside edge tonight. I laughed out right,
partly from the mental image of psycho Relena stalking around my ship
in a white, billowing nightgown with a butcher knife clutched in her hand
and partly from the warm, almost giddy feeling it gave me to have that
protectiveness directed at me.
I dared to slip my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and as
carefully as though I were holding eggs, drew him to me. His lips met
mine with an almost electric shock and though I was the one who had initiated
it, he quickly took control. Sometimes his love is so fierce, it almost
When he let me go I whispered, "You have a life apart from me. You
can't ignore it."
We held each other in silence until he seemed to settle down and then
I led him back to the galley. Chezarina was there alone, cleaning up the
"Where... ?" I asked and she inclined her head in the direction
of the cargo bay. Ah. We had pressurized the bay and I had deliberately
left the door to it open. Guess it was time to get this last thing out
of the way. I found my soda still sitting on the table and took a long
"Heero, can you give Chezarina a hand with the clean-up?" He
hesitated and I smiled reassuringly at him.
She was right where I knew she would be. Standing in the cargo bay looking
up at that thrice-damned painting; the one that had started this whole
thing. I stood in the doorway and watched her looking at it for a minute.
I suppose it was kind of inevitable that we would come full circle to
this place. It crossed my mind that I wish I had never painted the damn
thing. But then it crossed my mind that if I hadn't made that trip to
L2, it was entirely probable that the Brannigan's would be dead. I shrugged
to myself and walked over to join her.
"You know," I said conversationally, "I painted this the
night you threw me out of your house for something I didn't do."
She frowned darkly but didn't speak.
"For Heero's sake, we're going to have to learn to get along,"
I told her, wondering a little bit at my sudden nerve. "It's just
you and me in here... how about we knock off the bullshit and just talk
to each other?"
Her head jerked around and she looked at me rather sharply. "I thought
we had been talking?" she said frostily.
I sighed. "No, Relena. We've been sniping at each other. There's
something of a difference."
Her frown deepened and for a minute I thought she was fucking going to
burst into tears. "Everything I say to you just seems to make Heero
I resisted the urge to bury my hands in my hair and start jerking it out
by the roots. I'm getting rather good at that resisting urges thing. "Well...
Heero's not here right now. You can say what you want."
She chose to say nothing. Ok... guess I'd start. I moved a little away
from her, we seemed to do better when we weren't looking at each other.
"You know... that night we first met... the night I shot Heero,"
I said in that conversational tone again, "I thought you were probably
the prettiest girl I had ever seen." I chuckled at the memory but
she didn't comment. "I was rather proud of myself for arriving in
the nick of time and saving the damsel in distress."
"I wasn't 'in distress'," she said and her voice fairly
dripped with disdain.
I chuckled. "That would be the part where a terrorist on a mission
had a gun leveled at your head." I wished I could cross my arms but
couldn't manage it with the brace on. "Even in the colonies that
constitutes in distress."
I glanced back at her and was greeted with a dark scowl. "He wouldn't
have shot me," she said with conviction.
"In your dreams," I said.
"And I suppose he would have fallen into your arms if I hadn't
been there?" She was perfectly capable of crossing her arms and did
so, taking an aggressive stance.
"No," I turned back to the painting to hide my grin. "He
would have killed both of us that night. Fresh off the colony at the start
of the biggest mission any of us had ever been assigned, with orders to
kill anyone who set eyes on him? You bet your ass he would have drilled
us both right between the eyes."
"What?" Her voice squeaked a little. "Orders to kill...
I had to indulge my newfound skill of urge repressing again, squelching
a smirk. "Yep. We all had standing orders to... eliminate witnesses."
"But, you didn't... " she stammered and I found it somewhat
telling that she obviously remembered that night as clearly as I did.
"You blinded me with that flare and... and told me to run?"
"I never could follow orders," I grinned. "I was a little
bit... older before I started my pilot training. There were some things
that they just couldn't train out of me."
I didn't say anything for a minute, just looked up at the painting and
let that soak in.
"He really would have,' she breathed almost to herself and I didn't
let myself shake my head or roll my eyes; proud of me? "You...
you really did save my life."
No shit? No duh? Get a clue? I passed over them all and settled for a
quiet, "I like to think so."
She had to chew on that and I let her. It was a long hand full of minutes
before she murmured a grudging, "Thank you."
"You're entirely welcome," I said solemnly and dared a glance
at her, she was chewing on it all right... and looking like she was about
to choke. "You know... I didn't steal him away from you. After the
war I went off and tried to make my own life. He was the one who
came after me."
"Oh, I know that!" she snapped angrily. "It's just... "
She stopped cold and looked up at the painting completely changing the
subject. "Is that really the way you see me?"
I sighed and looked hard at the damn thing. "I think I did... that
night." I stepped back and moved in behind her, taking her by the
shoulders and moving her to the right a half a dozen steps. She resisted
for a moment and then followed. "Here;" I directed, holding
my hand up in example, "block that half of the picture out... just
look at the ball room."
She flicked me an angry glare and then sighed melodramatically before
doing as she was directed. I followed suit and looked again at the picture
above us. "Is that the way I see you? Beautiful? Poised? Elegant?
Yeah... I guess I do."
She dropped her hand and spun around to stare up at me, wide eyed, disbelieving.
"Then... then why am I dancing with Heero?" she blurted.
I dropped my hand as well and sighed a little sadly. "Because...
you both fit in that world." I cocked my head and frowned up at the
painting, thinking about it. "Like two fish in the sea of politics
and intrigue... Quatre can swim in that sea too; you understand the currents
and the tides of it... " I found my hands working helplessly in the
air in front of me as I tried to grasp the meanings and give them form.
I gave it up and raised my other hand. "Now block out that half,"
I instructed and waited while she rolled her eyes before finally turning
around and complying. "That's my world... I don't fit in yours. But...
" I was struggling again, "my world is... is cold sometimes
but it's where I came from... where I belong. There's nothing wrong with
it." I dropped my hand to reveal the picture as a whole and she followed
suit, oddly quiet. "The mural is about... contrast. About perceptions...
and... " I was really not getting this across well, "And...
I stepped away from her and moved closer to the wall, looking at my cluster
of children, "You're champagne and caviar," I chuckled lightly.
"And I'm watered apple juice and ration bars."
She moved up beside me. "What's Heero?" she asked softly.
I shrugged. "I don't know... champagne and ration bars? Caviar and
She smiled fondly up at Heero's figure above us. "He does seem to
fit in where ever he pleases."
I sighed. "Something I can't do. I don't fit in your world... I never
will. You have to realize that as soon as Heero gets it through his head
that I'm not going to pass out every time he turns his back on me, he'll
be back in your world."
"Oh... bullshit," she said and I think my jaw hit the floor.
"Nani!" I gaped and she gave me a rather wicked grin,
pleased, I think to have shocked me.
"You fit in where ever you go too," she said and it came out
a little... angry. "Everybody adores you! Every servant in my employ
was ready to mutiny after that stupid party! I got the cold shoulder from
every last one of them for weeks! Half the women there wanted to know
who the 'guy with the braid and the hot... rear' was." She
was blushing furiously and I found that I was too.
"Good God; Relena!" I blurted, "you have your own fucking
fan club! There are people fawning over you every where you... "
"But none of them are friends!" she snapped and suddenly
just shut up.
I was back around to feeling like pulling my hair out and was suddenly
just very damn tired... again. I sighed and just sat down on the damn
deck right where I was. "Look... you haven't lost him... I swear
to God... they keep telling me this won't last forever; you just have
to give it a little time... give him a little time." There
was the sound of one of those frustrated sighs somewhere over my head.
I was starting to wish she'd just go the hell away and leave me alone.
This damn, constant upheaval was eating away at me. "Hell,"
I muttered, "there isn't even any guarantee that he and I will...
" I bit that off before it got any further.
She squatted down beside me and was glaring at me really hard. "Guarantee
of what, Duo Maxwell? So help me, if you hurt him... "
It wrenched a twisted laugh out of my throat. "Don't be ridiculous,"
I told her, "but look at our relationship... the whole damn thing
is based on that stupid accident. What happens when he doesn't need to
take care of me any more? What happens when I can stand completely on
my own again?"
"Then," she said rather coldly, "you will have the relationship
with him I would have sold my soul for a couple of years ago and if you
screw it up I will personally come and smack you up the side of the head."
I blinked at her for a full five seconds before I burst into laughter.
"Yes, ma'am," I acknowledged.
She sat down beside me. "It's that damn charm of yours that just
makes me insane," she groused but wouldn't look at me. "Everybody
falls prey to it sooner or later and I always swore that I wouldn't be
one of the sheep that fell under your spell."
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. "I can... be an insensitive
cad if it will make things any better."
She snorted. "You're not making it any easier."
"Ok... Ok... " I murmured and gazed up at the painting, "I
can paint over it... if you want." I offered and held my breath.
I'd never tried to destroy one of these damn things and I wasn't sure
if I could.
There was a moment's silence and then she said, "Don't worry about
it... it's not like anybody who matters is ever going to see it."
"Hey!" I exclaimed before I realized she was teasing and then
I grinned. "I suppose I could always throw my own party; kind of
an open house."
"Who'd come?" she drawled. "Junk yard men and their dogs?"
I inclined my head her way with a smirk. "Score one for the Princess."
"So... " she ventured after another small silence, "are
we going to be able to tolerate each other?"
"Maybe... " I turned the smirk into a smile. "I'm willing
to try if you are?"
"For Heero's sake... I suppose we can make an effort." Her eyes
flicked my way again. "Just promise me you won't put me in any more
"Done," I readily agreed and held out my hand. We shook on it.
I somehow didn't think it would ever move beyond 'tolerate' but it had
to beat the hell out of what we'd been doing.
"So... " I grinned after a little bit, "does this mean
we can trade hair care secrets now?"
She snorted disdainfully. "Like I need tips from you."
"Hey;" I protested in mock hurt. "Some people consider
my hair one of my most attractive features!"
She turned the most wicked Goddamn smirk in my direction and murmured,
"Yours may be longer... but mine's thicker."
I feared my eyeballs were going to pop right out of my head. "Dear
Lord... I left you alone with Toria way too fucking long!"
I gasped and felt my face flaming that shade of red that amused afore
mentioned Ms. Brannigan so much.
I wondered what Heero and Chezarina thought of the peals of laughter that
echoed around the cargo bay then. They'd just have to wonder; I wasn't
going to repeat that line in front of either one of them.
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