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FIC: When Spies meet their Karmic Twins [Gundam Wing, Middie & Nichol]
Title: When Spies meet their Karmic Twins
Author: Omnicat
Unofficially Adapted From: Masashi Ikeda & co’s Gundam Wing including sidestories, in particular Episode Zero
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: All of the above.
Summary: Middie Une meets fellow Preventer Nichol. He’s kind of a loser.
Characters & Pairings: Middie (x Catherine), Nichol (x Lady Une, in a terribly one-sided way), discussion of Trowa.
Warnings: A bad word. O:
Author’s Note: Trying out a new header. Not that anyone cares. :P
When Spies meet their Karmic Twins
Getting into the organisation was easy. Not running right back out, not so much.
It had been a week since she’d been hired, and it seemed like she was running into No-Name (it was hard to start calling him “Trowa” after all those years) at every turn. He was at the circus grounds when she tried to see Catherine, the gorgeous knifethrower she had fallen for like a bag of bricks, where he looked menacing in the background, often shirtless, which would have been cute-until-someone-loses-an-eye if it’d been anyone else. He was in her dreams at night, which wasn’t unusual, but annoying nonetheless. And he was in and out of the Preventor building, which was simply baffling.
She hadn’t dared mention her discomfort to Lady or her direct superiors, because having a guilt complex before she’d even been on any assignments wouldn’t look very good on her record. That made it a little hard to find out why the hell No-Trowa was roaming around aimlessly in the building when he was actually supposed to be a member of the circus, though. She could break into the database and root around for clues about his involvement with the organisation, or she could try it among her new colleagues. Both were bound to come back to bite her in the ass sooner or later.
“What’s wrong, did the copy machine try to eat you?”
Middie nearly hit the ceiling.
The man who had scared her didn’t apologize.
“If it hasn’t yet, it probably never will.” He held out his hand with a smirk. “You’re the new girl, right? Lady Une’s cousin?”
“I am. It’s Middie.” She shook his hand reluctantly.
“I’m Nichol. I work directly under Lady,” he said. Then a strange look crossed his face. “Not - not that way.”
Middie stared at him.
“You know, not physically,” he went on, clearly flustered.
Middie inched away as subtly as she could. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m like her personal assistant, see. I help her run the place. I do all kinds of boring chores. And I enjoy them! She doesn’t let me do anything that’s actually enjoyable, we’re not in any kind of relationship or anythi-”
“It hadn’t even crossed my mind before you started babbling.”
Middie bit her tongue just a heartbeat too late, but Nichol didn’t seem to take offense.
He scraped his throat and nervously straightened his tie. “Yes. Well.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “So. Have you gotten to know anyone here yet?”
She played along. “Yes, everyone’s been very welcoming. I feel right at home.”
“Especially with family around, huh? You and Lady Une must have so much to catch up on after hours.”
It was so obvious. And suddenly, so was the solution to Middie’s all-grown-up little problem.
She took the still warm pile of documents that would make her an official member of the Preventor bureau from the copy machine, held them up in front of Nichol, moved in close to his side and pretended to point out some things on the paper while whispering: “I will tell you everything that is within my power to learn about the way to Lady’s heart if you can tell me the nature of Trowa Barton’s relationship with the bureau. Is he a Preventor agent?”
“Trowa Barton?” Nichol all but spat. “That arrogant little twerp? I should hope not.”
Thus, a not very informative but still comforting alliance was formed.
PSAN: To Be Continued!
Spies Of Our Lives
When Spies meet Howard’s Hawaiian, and Its Namesake
When Spies have Job Interviews
When Spies meet their Karmic Twins
When Spies have Boring Assignments
When Spies meet Wise Old Masters
When Spies have Interesting Assignments
When Spies meet No-One. In Fact, This Never Happened
When Spies have Days Off
When Spies meet the No-Nonsense, Unimpressed Truth
When Spies have Family Outings
When Spies meet Relatives for Rent
When Spies have Utterly Bizarre Assignments
When Spies meet the Undead Doctor
When Spies have No Good, Very Bad Days
When Spies meet the Ghost of Love Disasters Past
When Spies have Reconciliation, Finally!
When Spies meet Their Ever After
Middie Une shows up out of nowhere and enlists with the Preventers. Paranoia ensues. Or it would, if Trowa had any say in it.
Author: Omnicat
Unofficially Adapted From: Masashi Ikeda & co’s Gundam Wing including sidestories, in particular Episode Zero
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: All of the above.
Summary: Middie Une meets fellow Preventer Nichol. He’s kind of a loser.
Characters & Pairings: Middie (x Catherine), Nichol (x Lady Une, in a terribly one-sided way), discussion of Trowa.
Warnings: A bad word. O:
Author’s Note: Trying out a new header. Not that anyone cares. :P
When Spies meet their Karmic Twins
Getting into the organisation was easy. Not running right back out, not so much.
It had been a week since she’d been hired, and it seemed like she was running into No-Name (it was hard to start calling him “Trowa” after all those years) at every turn. He was at the circus grounds when she tried to see Catherine, the gorgeous knifethrower she had fallen for like a bag of bricks, where he looked menacing in the background, often shirtless, which would have been cute-until-someone-loses-an-eye if it’d been anyone else. He was in her dreams at night, which wasn’t unusual, but annoying nonetheless. And he was in and out of the Preventor building, which was simply baffling.
She hadn’t dared mention her discomfort to Lady or her direct superiors, because having a guilt complex before she’d even been on any assignments wouldn’t look very good on her record. That made it a little hard to find out why the hell No-Trowa was roaming around aimlessly in the building when he was actually supposed to be a member of the circus, though. She could break into the database and root around for clues about his involvement with the organisation, or she could try it among her new colleagues. Both were bound to come back to bite her in the ass sooner or later.
“What’s wrong, did the copy machine try to eat you?”
Middie nearly hit the ceiling.
The man who had scared her didn’t apologize.
“If it hasn’t yet, it probably never will.” He held out his hand with a smirk. “You’re the new girl, right? Lady Une’s cousin?”
“I am. It’s Middie.” She shook his hand reluctantly.
“I’m Nichol. I work directly under Lady,” he said. Then a strange look crossed his face. “Not - not that way.”
Middie stared at him.
“You know, not physically,” he went on, clearly flustered.
Middie inched away as subtly as she could. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m like her personal assistant, see. I help her run the place. I do all kinds of boring chores. And I enjoy them! She doesn’t let me do anything that’s actually enjoyable, we’re not in any kind of relationship or anythi-”
“It hadn’t even crossed my mind before you started babbling.”
Middie bit her tongue just a heartbeat too late, but Nichol didn’t seem to take offense.
He scraped his throat and nervously straightened his tie. “Yes. Well.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “So. Have you gotten to know anyone here yet?”
She played along. “Yes, everyone’s been very welcoming. I feel right at home.”
“Especially with family around, huh? You and Lady Une must have so much to catch up on after hours.”
It was so obvious. And suddenly, so was the solution to Middie’s all-grown-up little problem.
She took the still warm pile of documents that would make her an official member of the Preventor bureau from the copy machine, held them up in front of Nichol, moved in close to his side and pretended to point out some things on the paper while whispering: “I will tell you everything that is within my power to learn about the way to Lady’s heart if you can tell me the nature of Trowa Barton’s relationship with the bureau. Is he a Preventor agent?”
“Trowa Barton?” Nichol all but spat. “That arrogant little twerp? I should hope not.”
Thus, a not very informative but still comforting alliance was formed.
PSAN: To Be Continued!
Spies Of Our Lives
When Spies meet Howard’s Hawaiian, and Its Namesake
When Spies have Job Interviews
When Spies meet their Karmic Twins
When Spies have Boring Assignments
When Spies meet Wise Old Masters
When Spies have Interesting Assignments
When Spies meet No-One. In Fact, This Never Happened
When Spies have Days Off
When Spies meet the No-Nonsense, Unimpressed Truth
When Spies have Family Outings
When Spies meet Relatives for Rent
When Spies have Utterly Bizarre Assignments
When Spies meet the Undead Doctor
When Spies have No Good, Very Bad Days
When Spies meet the Ghost of Love Disasters Past
When Spies have Reconciliation, Finally!
When Spies meet Their Ever After
Middie Une shows up out of nowhere and enlists with the Preventers. Paranoia ensues. Or it would, if Trowa had any say in it.