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FIC: When Spies have No Good, Very Bad Days [Gundam Wing, Middie & Treize & Trowa & Quatre & Cathy]
Title: When Spies have No Good, Very Bad Days
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: K+ / PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers: The series proper and Episode Zero.
Warnings: Bisexuality. Spelling Preventors with an ‘o’.
Pairings: Mentioned Trowa Barton x Quatre Winner, suggestions of Trowa Barton x Middie Une, hints of Middie Une x Catherine Bloom, past Treize Khushrenada x Lady Une.
Disclaimer: Me no claim, you no sue. That okay?
Summary: The nerve of this guy, barging in on her visit to Limbo like that. There were things she wanted to talk to her dead mother about. What was she going to do with Treize Khushrenada?
Author’s Note: Note to Self: don't get up so early. Strange things will happen.
When Spies have No Good, Very Bad Days
A deafening shriek rent the formerly peaceful air.
“WHY WON’T YOU CREEPS STAY DEAD?!”
“Miss Une, I assure you that I am well and truly dead, and have been for years.”
“Really?” She looked him up and down from her prone position. True, there was the little halo hovering over his head, but he looked suspiciously healthy for a man who had exploded with a beam weapon sticking through his mid-section. “Then what the hell are you doing down here?”
“Down where?”
“You know,” Middie said impatiently, scrambling upright and trying to gain a solid footing on the fluffy ground. “On Ear- holy shit why am I standing on a cloud?!”
“This place does take some getting used to.” Treize Khushrenada said with idle magnanimousness, while Middie had a minor nervous breakdown.
Groping at the entry wound, she wailed: “No! No, damnit! This isn’t what I meant when I said I wanted to make up for what I did! I haven’t even said goodbye to dad and the boys.”
“No need to worry about that, my dear.”
Middie gave him a furious glare. “Now what?”
“You’re not really dead. You’ll be back in your body soon.”
“I saw a chance to meet you and took it.” Treize said simply, looking her up and down like she had done him before. “My dear Lady is very fond of you, as is my daughter. Wasting this opportunity would have been such a shame.”
“Okaaay...” This wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t it have been her mother that came to see her during her near-death or out of body or whatever kind of experience this was? She hadn’t taken that bullet for Lady or Mariemeia. The nerve of this guy, barging in on her visit to Limbo like that. There were things she wanted to talk to her dead mother about. What was she going to do with Treize Khushrenada?
“Did I mention I can read your mind?”
Middie paled.
Treize smiled a smile that might have been comforting, had it not come from a dead man Middie had been hearing rather disturbing stories about lately. (Lady’s lingering fondness for the man had been far less disconcerting when it could still pass for a harmless bit of leftover psychosis and the likes of Milliardo Peacecraft weren’t chiming in to provide anecdotes.) “It comes with being dead.”
I want my mommy, Middie thought, half petulantly and half tearfully.
“It’s sweet that you’re giving her some thought, but you didn’t exactly catch that bullet for your family either, now did you?” Treize said.
That was true. But he was not the person she wanted to discuss the person whose life she had – hopefully – saved, with.
“Not to worry, Miss Une, I’m not here to meddle in your emotional affairs. Guilt, affection, instinct – perhaps even the stray thought that it would impress his sister…”
Middie’s mouth fell open from indignation.
“Human nature is grand and glorious, but after a while becomes sadly predictable. No, I’m not concerned with why you saved Mr Barton. What interests me is the reason he needed to be saved in the first place.”
Middie frowned. The shooter had screamed something. ‘Death to the -’ To the what? He hadn’t bothered to finish his sentence before he shot, so the noise had drowned out his words.
“What is it about Trowa Barton that would make someone want him dead?” Treize said, reclining in a chair of cloud. “Keep in mind that Quatre Winner was present as well.”
Middie gave him an odd look. “Maybe he belonged to one of those freaky cults that say homosexual relationships are evil?”
“Not this time.”
“A cult that says relationships across social classes are evil?”
“It’s not a cult.”
“Great, that rules out a whopping one tenth of a percent of all possible suspects.”
Middie gave him an uncomprehending look.
“Let me put it this way,” Treize leaned forward, resting his chin on folded hands. “How did Mr Barton and Mr Winner meet?”
“I dunno. During the war somehow.”
“Doesn’t that strike you as odd? Two such completely different people?”
“It was a big war. Stranger things have happened.”
“And what about all their other friends? From salvage workers to circus performers, industrial magnates to royalty and politicians, military officials of every imaginable rank and persuasion – even dictators.”
“The Preventor agency is known to create exotic match-ups.”
“Ah, but you forget, these people knew each other before the establishment of the Preventor Agency.”
“It’s not hard. Just think back. What force could have reached from one end of human territory to another, touching supporters of all regimes in equal measure, uniting the will of all social classes and industrial sectors, civilians and soldiers, politicians and industrials alike.”
Middie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Clown Care. Mosquitoes. Gundams.” Her eyes flew open. She looked at Treize, who was smirking. “Gundams? Gundam pilots. They’re former gundam pilots?”
Suddenly, strange voices reached their cloud.
“Are you sure you two are okay?”
“Yes, Cathy.”
“We owe it to this brave lady here.”
“Trowa, what’s with that face? You look like you’re constipated.”
“Nothing, Cathy.”
“He’s lying.”
“I don’t need to be a psychic to know he’s lying. He’s been acting strange about Middie right from the start. Just spit it out already, Trowa. All of us narrowly escaped death today, does someone have to die for real before you tell us what’s up?”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
Wow, this is the easiest I’ve ever listened in on a conversation, Middie thought, looking around in search of the source of the sound.
“He’s still lying. Trowa, if this is about that monogamy thing -”
“It isn’t, Quatre.”
Middie quirked an eyebrow at him. “Your kindest regards? After all these years she still keeps a little shrine for you, and that’s all you have to say to her?”
The slightest hint of a blush appeared on his cheeks.
“Undying love it is, then.” Middie concluded with a smirk.
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: K+ / PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers: The series proper and Episode Zero.
Warnings: Bisexuality. Spelling Preventors with an ‘o’.
Pairings: Mentioned Trowa Barton x Quatre Winner, suggestions of Trowa Barton x Middie Une, hints of Middie Une x Catherine Bloom, past Treize Khushrenada x Lady Une.
Disclaimer: Me no claim, you no sue. That okay?
Summary: The nerve of this guy, barging in on her visit to Limbo like that. There were things she wanted to talk to her dead mother about. What was she going to do with Treize Khushrenada?
Author’s Note: Note to Self: don't get up so early. Strange things will happen.
When Spies have No Good, Very Bad Days
A deafening shriek rent the formerly peaceful air.
“WHY WON’T YOU CREEPS STAY DEAD?!”
“Miss Une, I assure you that I am well and truly dead, and have been for years.”
“Really?” She looked him up and down from her prone position. True, there was the little halo hovering over his head, but he looked suspiciously healthy for a man who had exploded with a beam weapon sticking through his mid-section. “Then what the hell are you doing down here?”
“Down where?”
“You know,” Middie said impatiently, scrambling upright and trying to gain a solid footing on the fluffy ground. “On Ear- holy shit why am I standing on a cloud?!”
“This place does take some getting used to.” Treize Khushrenada said with idle magnanimousness, while Middie had a minor nervous breakdown.
Groping at the entry wound, she wailed: “No! No, damnit! This isn’t what I meant when I said I wanted to make up for what I did! I haven’t even said goodbye to dad and the boys.”
“No need to worry about that, my dear.”
Middie gave him a furious glare. “Now what?”
“You’re not really dead. You’ll be back in your body soon.”
“What?”
Smiling faintly, Treize motioned to where the bullet had struck. “That’s going to hurt in the morning, and your family and friends will have worried themselves sick, but you’ll live.”
“I saw a chance to meet you and took it.” Treize said simply, looking her up and down like she had done him before. “My dear Lady is very fond of you, as is my daughter. Wasting this opportunity would have been such a shame.”
“Okaaay...” This wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t it have been her mother that came to see her during her near-death or out of body or whatever kind of experience this was? She hadn’t taken that bullet for Lady or Mariemeia. The nerve of this guy, barging in on her visit to Limbo like that. There were things she wanted to talk to her dead mother about. What was she going to do with Treize Khushrenada?
“Did I mention I can read your mind?”
Middie paled.
Treize smiled a smile that might have been comforting, had it not come from a dead man Middie had been hearing rather disturbing stories about lately. (Lady’s lingering fondness for the man had been far less disconcerting when it could still pass for a harmless bit of leftover psychosis and the likes of Milliardo Peacecraft weren’t chiming in to provide anecdotes.) “It comes with being dead.”
I want my mommy, Middie thought, half petulantly and half tearfully.
“It’s sweet that you’re giving her some thought, but you didn’t exactly catch that bullet for your family either, now did you?” Treize said.
That was true. But he was not the person she wanted to discuss the person whose life she had – hopefully – saved, with.
“Not to worry, Miss Une, I’m not here to meddle in your emotional affairs. Guilt, affection, instinct – perhaps even the stray thought that it would impress his sister…”
Middie’s mouth fell open from indignation.
“Human nature is grand and glorious, but after a while becomes sadly predictable. No, I’m not concerned with why you saved Mr Barton. What interests me is the reason he needed to be saved in the first place.”
Middie frowned. The shooter had screamed something. ‘Death to the -’ To the what? He hadn’t bothered to finish his sentence before he shot, so the noise had drowned out his words.
“What is it about Trowa Barton that would make someone want him dead?” Treize said, reclining in a chair of cloud. “Keep in mind that Quatre Winner was present as well.”
Middie gave him an odd look. “Maybe he belonged to one of those freaky cults that say homosexual relationships are evil?”
“Not this time.”
“A cult that says relationships across social classes are evil?”
“It’s not a cult.”
“Great, that rules out a whopping one tenth of a percent of all possible suspects.”
Treize only smirked at her impatience. “It’s not just Mr Winner and Mr Barton who are involved, and it’s not about a current issue, but a past one.”
“Okay, you got an actual date, and maybe a geographical location to go with that?”
Middie gave him an uncomprehending look.
“Let me put it this way,” Treize leaned forward, resting his chin on folded hands. “How did Mr Barton and Mr Winner meet?”
“I dunno. During the war somehow.”
“Doesn’t that strike you as odd? Two such completely different people?”
“It was a big war. Stranger things have happened.”
“And what about all their other friends? From salvage workers to circus performers, industrial magnates to royalty and politicians, military officials of every imaginable rank and persuasion – even dictators.”
“The Preventor agency is known to create exotic match-ups.”
“Ah, but you forget, these people knew each other before the establishment of the Preventor Agency.”
“If you’re trying to tell me something, just say so.”
“Now where would the fun in that be?”
“It’s not hard. Just think back. What force could have reached from one end of human territory to another, touching supporters of all regimes in equal measure, uniting the will of all social classes and industrial sectors, civilians and soldiers, politicians and industrials alike.”
Middie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Clown Care. Mosquitoes. Gundams.” Her eyes flew open. She looked at Treize, who was smirking. “Gundams? Gundam pilots. They’re former gundam pilots?”
Suddenly, strange voices reached their cloud.
“Are you sure you two are okay?”
“Yes, Cathy.”
“We owe it to this brave lady here.”
“Trowa, what’s with that face? You look like you’re constipated.”
“Nothing, Cathy.”
“He’s lying.”
“I don’t need to be a psychic to know he’s lying. He’s been acting strange about Middie right from the start. Just spit it out already, Trowa. All of us narrowly escaped death today, does someone have to die for real before you tell us what’s up?”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
Wow, this is the easiest I’ve ever listened in on a conversation, Middie thought, looking around in search of the source of the sound.
“He’s still lying. Trowa, if this is about that monogamy thing -”
“It isn’t, Quatre.”
“It’d be okay, you know. I know it may be hard for you because you never grew up with it. I swear I won’t be mad if you and Middie -”
“That’s not it.”
Middie quirked an eyebrow at him. “Your kindest regards? After all these years she still keeps a little shrine for you, and that’s all you have to say to her?”
The slightest hint of a blush appeared on his cheeks.
“Undying love it is, then.” Middie concluded with a smirk.
And promptly fell through the bottom of their cloud.
PSAN: One more to go! Stay tuned for the last chapter - yes, even if you don't feel like it. There's no quitting anymore now that we've come this far. ;)
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.