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FIC: When Spies meet the No-Nonsense, Unimpressed Truth [Gundam Wing, Middie & Sylvia]
Title: When Spies meet the No-Nonsense, Unimpressed Truth
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 Sylvia Noventa. Two young women who crossed paths with gundam pilots and lived to tell the tale. They wouldn’t necessarily agree on what kind of tale, though.
Characters & Pairings: Middie & Sylvia, mentions of Relena, Heero, and 1xR
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: Another chapter in my quest to let Middie Une branch out and meet all the other GW cast members. Onwards, march!
When Spies meet the No-Nonsense, Unimpressed Truth
Middie knocked.
“Come in!”
Sylvia Noventa, her assigned charge for this week’s conference, poked her head out from behind her desk as a greeting.
“Middie Une, right?”
“Yes ma’am. I’m ready to go when you are.”
“Yes. Right.” Noventa looked to her left, then to her right. “Do you see my purse anywhere?”
“Um,” Middie scanned the room. “No, sorry.”
“I could’ve sworn I’d brought it with me this morning...”
And back behind the desk Sylvia Noventa dove.
Gosh, Middie thought, amused, another ordinary human being. Who would have thought even the greatest of the great could be so normal.
“Middie Une, Middie Une...” Noventa muttered distractedly, re-emerging almost immediately and crossing the office. “A relative of Lady’s. How’s that working out for you?”
“I suppose it doesn’t hurt.”
Noventa let out a laugh, peering behind the couch. “No need to be cautious, trust me, I know all about it. The doors my grandfather’s reputation opened, you have no idea. Some people have to bang the doors down to get anywhere in life, others have porters holding them open for them. You’ve met Relena, right?”
“Relena Darlian?”
“Of course. She said you’re alright.” She flashed Middie a smile on her way to the closet on the other side of the room. “It’s why I asked for you as my escort. You’ve been in the business since you were young, right? Ever since the war?”
“Yes,” Middie said as Noventa pushed aside a few articles of spare clothing in plastics bag on hangers, and then boxes full of files. “Though back then it wasn’t the kind of work I’m doing now.”
“Of course not,” Middie wasn’t sure if her mumbled words were referring to her or the lack of purse hidden behind last year’s paperwork. “Kids and war, that’s never a nice combo. I meet a lot of former child soldiers and the like for my work, and phew.” Noventa shook her head. “Stories that make your skin crawl and your stomach turn, without exception. I’ve gotta say that one of the things I like best about Preventer is how they don’t discriminate based on past affiliations and allow anyone to transform their past into a force of good for the future.”
Middie murmured in agreement and tried not to look too spoken to.
Noventa looked about the room again, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and suddenly said: “You know I even met the guy who killed my grandfather?”
Middie, who had only yesterday brushed up on her history for the occasion, felt her jaw drop. “You mean the gundam pilot?”
Inexplicably, bafflingly, Noventa grinned at her.
“There’s a gundam pilot in Preventor?!”
“No, no, I mean I met him during the war.”
“Oh.” Middie deflated. “But - how? Why?” And, awestruck and adopting Noventa’s air of not caring that they were talking about the killer of a deceased loved one: “What was he like?”
“Honestly?” She laughed. “I thought he was such a stinking coward. He came to me practically begging me to shoot him, after he’d done the same to a bunch of grandfather’s other close relatives. He wanted someone to either forgive him or punish him. He felt so sorry for himself for walking into Treize Khushrenada’s trap he thought the best course of action was to walk up to all those grieving families and say ‘hey, I killed your loved ones, whatcha gonna do about it?’.”
Middie felt a small part of herself, the part that had, for years, hero-worshipped the gundam pilots that played such a crucial part in the war, and the somewhat less small part that knew self-pity like the back of her hand, curl into a foetal position to cry. The greatest of the great, indeed.
Noventa sighed. “Then again, he was just a boy. So very, very young. I was seventeen at the time, but he couldn’t have been older than fifteen.”
“No way,” Middie said, reeling even more.
“You think the Alliance were the only ones who played dirty?”
“Of course not.” She couldn’t keep an offended note from her voice. “It’s just... a gundam pilot. Those guys are legends. You’d think someone entrusted with such a monumental task would be a little more...”
“That’s true. Oh well. Don’t get me wrong, he got over it eventually. We all know he turned out alright in the end, pulled his head out of his you-know-what, saved the world, got the girl.” She snorted. “Boy, did he ever do well for himself.”
“You make it sound like you’ve met him more than once.”
“Oh, I come over for tea all the time,” Noventa said, with a laugh Middie suspected was at her expense. Then she cursed. “Where is that stupid purse?!”
PSAN: Four, maybe five parts left to go.
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 Sylvia Noventa. Two young women who crossed paths with gundam pilots and lived to tell the tale. They wouldn’t necessarily agree on what kind of tale, though.
Characters & Pairings: Middie & Sylvia, mentions of Relena, Heero, and 1xR
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: Another chapter in my quest to let Middie Une branch out and meet all the other GW cast members. Onwards, march!
When Spies meet the No-Nonsense, Unimpressed Truth
Middie knocked.
“Come in!”
Sylvia Noventa, her assigned charge for this week’s conference, poked her head out from behind her desk as a greeting.
“Middie Une, right?”
“Yes ma’am. I’m ready to go when you are.”
“Yes. Right.” Noventa looked to her left, then to her right. “Do you see my purse anywhere?”
“Um,” Middie scanned the room. “No, sorry.”
“I could’ve sworn I’d brought it with me this morning...”
And back behind the desk Sylvia Noventa dove.
Gosh, Middie thought, amused, another ordinary human being. Who would have thought even the greatest of the great could be so normal.
“Middie Une, Middie Une...” Noventa muttered distractedly, re-emerging almost immediately and crossing the office. “A relative of Lady’s. How’s that working out for you?”
“I suppose it doesn’t hurt.”
Noventa let out a laugh, peering behind the couch. “No need to be cautious, trust me, I know all about it. The doors my grandfather’s reputation opened, you have no idea. Some people have to bang the doors down to get anywhere in life, others have porters holding them open for them. You’ve met Relena, right?”
“Relena Darlian?”
“Of course. She said you’re alright.” She flashed Middie a smile on her way to the closet on the other side of the room. “It’s why I asked for you as my escort. You’ve been in the business since you were young, right? Ever since the war?”
“Yes,” Middie said as Noventa pushed aside a few articles of spare clothing in plastics bag on hangers, and then boxes full of files. “Though back then it wasn’t the kind of work I’m doing now.”
“Of course not,” Middie wasn’t sure if her mumbled words were referring to her or the lack of purse hidden behind last year’s paperwork. “Kids and war, that’s never a nice combo. I meet a lot of former child soldiers and the like for my work, and phew.” Noventa shook her head. “Stories that make your skin crawl and your stomach turn, without exception. I’ve gotta say that one of the things I like best about Preventer is how they don’t discriminate based on past affiliations and allow anyone to transform their past into a force of good for the future.”
Middie murmured in agreement and tried not to look too spoken to.
Noventa looked about the room again, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and suddenly said: “You know I even met the guy who killed my grandfather?”
Middie, who had only yesterday brushed up on her history for the occasion, felt her jaw drop. “You mean the gundam pilot?”
Inexplicably, bafflingly, Noventa grinned at her.
“There’s a gundam pilot in Preventor?!”
“No, no, I mean I met him during the war.”
“Oh.” Middie deflated. “But - how? Why?” And, awestruck and adopting Noventa’s air of not caring that they were talking about the killer of a deceased loved one: “What was he like?”
“Honestly?” She laughed. “I thought he was such a stinking coward. He came to me practically begging me to shoot him, after he’d done the same to a bunch of grandfather’s other close relatives. He wanted someone to either forgive him or punish him. He felt so sorry for himself for walking into Treize Khushrenada’s trap he thought the best course of action was to walk up to all those grieving families and say ‘hey, I killed your loved ones, whatcha gonna do about it?’.”
Middie felt a small part of herself, the part that had, for years, hero-worshipped the gundam pilots that played such a crucial part in the war, and the somewhat less small part that knew self-pity like the back of her hand, curl into a foetal position to cry. The greatest of the great, indeed.
Noventa sighed. “Then again, he was just a boy. So very, very young. I was seventeen at the time, but he couldn’t have been older than fifteen.”
“No way,” Middie said, reeling even more.
“You think the Alliance were the only ones who played dirty?”
“Of course not.” She couldn’t keep an offended note from her voice. “It’s just... a gundam pilot. Those guys are legends. You’d think someone entrusted with such a monumental task would be a little more...”
“That’s true. Oh well. Don’t get me wrong, he got over it eventually. We all know he turned out alright in the end, pulled his head out of his you-know-what, saved the world, got the girl.” She snorted. “Boy, did he ever do well for himself.”
“You make it sound like you’ve met him more than once.”
“Oh, I come over for tea all the time,” Noventa said, with a laugh Middie suspected was at her expense. Then she cursed. “Where is that stupid purse?!”
PSAN: Four, maybe five parts left to go.
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.