FIC: When Spies have Reconciliation, Finally! [Gundam Wing, Middie & Trowa & Cathy & Quatre]

[omnicat]

Title: When Spies have Reconciliation, Finally!
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: K+ / G
Genre: Humor
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: The series proper and Episode Zero.
Warnings: Bisexuality and other 'deviant' romantic/sexual practices. Spelling Preventors with an ‘o’.
Pairings: Mentions of Middie Une x Catherine Bloom and Trowa Barton x Quatre Winner.
Disclaimer: Me no claim, you no sue. That okay?
Summary: "Thank you all for coming. Please, have a drink. Everybody comfortable? Okay. Catherine, will you or shall I?" "Let’s cut to the chase. Something has been going on lately, and me and Quatre want to know what it is. Right now."
Author’s Note: Would you look at that, it’s the last part already! We’re done! Well, that was fun. :D Here’s hoping it’s not too anticlimactic after the wait I put you through. XD;;

When Spies have Reconciliation, Finally!

Frozen in their respective positions of attempted sneaking through spacious, well-lit hallways, Middie and Trowa faced each other. Not a breath stirred in their un-snuck-through hallway as voices drifted from the open door directly between them.

"Thank you all for coming. Please, have a drink. Everybody comfortable? Okay. Catherine, will you or shall I?"

"Let’s cut to the chase. Something has been going on lately, and me and Quatre want to know what it is. Right now."

"Uhm, Wufei, close the door please?"

Middie and Trowa hightailed it out of that hallway as fast as their tiptoes could carry them. They heard the door clock shut from around their respective corners and peeked back into the hallway. Their wary hesitation was quickly overcome by their desire to know what was going on in the conference room all Trowa’s friends and Middie’s newfangled acquaintances had so suddenly and mysteriously gathered in. With minimal awkwardness, they both pressed an ear to the door.

"They’re talking about us, aren’t they?" Middie asked, after several minutes of dead silence. The Preventor agency prided itself on its spy-proof conference rooms, and with reason.

"Most likely."

Professional-grade poker faces or no, the next few minutes were significantly more awkward. They ended up sitting next to each other on the floor opposite the door, alternately staring at it intently and staring at it so as not to stare at each other.

Middie was the first to break the uneasy silence. "Maybe I should just leave, for both our sakes. As big as the Earth Sphere is, this job keeps seeming to throw us back together."

Trowa sighed. "There’s no reason for you to leave."

"The reason is sitting right next to me."

"You don’t have to leave because of me. Just give me some time to get used to you being here."

"I’ve been here for almost a year, Trowa."

"And no two months have passed since your arrival in which you didn’t barge into yet another part of my life, took over yet another part of my social circle and stole more of my friends. An awfully familiar scenario."

Middie winced. "That wasn’t on purpose, I swear."

"I believe you. But try telling that to the trauma you caused me when we were kids."

"I don’t suppose this is a good time to tell you I know about you having been a gundam pilot?"

He shrugged gloomily. "Une already told me you’d talked to her about it."

"Oh." A load she’d subconsciously been carrying since her narcotic hallucination of Treize Khushrenada suddenly toppled from her shoulders. "Okay. But still. Aside from catching bullets for you, isn’t there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Not force your way into my life any further?"

"I told you, I’m not doing it on purpose. I can’t help it."

"Then I can’t think of anything."

Middie bit her lip. "If my intrusion is what’s bothering you... My father and brothers are coming over for a visit next week. Maybe you’d like to meet them? You know, to even the score a bit?"

"Meet the people you sold out my mercenary troupe for?"

"Oh, crap. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean -"

Trowa smiled. "No, it’s fine. I think I’d like that."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I’m sure."

The almost mischievous glint in his eyes didn’t bode well, Middie’s spy-senses told her, but the guilt-ridden little girl in her was so relieved by his words and the rapid fading of animosity between them that she welcomed whatever may have in store for her with open arms. They sat in silence again for a while, the atmosphere gradually becoming more relaxed, until the silence of the door in front of them caused them to spontaneously burst out in small talk.

"Hey, about Quatre..."

"Hm?"

"He doesn’t really think you and I..."

"I managed to talk it out of his head."

"Good. ’Cause just so you know, I don’t sleep with other people’s lovers off the job."

Trowa laughed soundlessly, snorting, like a chuckle through his nose.

"And I’m devoting to Catherine right now, anyway." she added. "Having flings to the side at this stage would just make things awkward and complicated."

Again a pause. The silence wasn’t uneasy by any means, but as Middie’s thoughts wandered through it, it became... itchy. Eventually she very tentatively gave in to the urge to scratch.

"Quatre though, he... doesn’t seem to have a lot of faith in - in your loyalty."

Trowa shrugged. "He just knows what I’m like."

Middie’s eyes could have fallen from their sockets right then. Trowa chuckled again. "When I was growing up, the mercs taught me that if you’re hungry, you eat. If you’re tired, you sleep. If you need to take a piss, you take a piss. And if you’re horny, you have sex. Simple as that. And I still think it’s perfectly sensible. Quatre knows that, and he understands."

"What about when you’re in love?" Middie asked, morbidly curious.

"You write bad poetry." he deadpanned. "I gave up on that. He loved the sentiment, but it was making his ears bleed. So now I’m trying it his way by not sleeping with other people. As much as he understands that sex isn’t the same for me as it is for him, it’s hard for him to cope with."

"A long distance relationship like yours must be hard." Middie said sympathetically. "He can’t just stop by whenever he pleases, like me."

"True. But he’s a kind of psychic, which helps."

"Oh?"

Trowa explained about something he called a ‘Space Heart’, an emphatic ability that allowed humans to mimic radios, and which Quatre had and was training himself to master. It could be used to send thoughts and feelings to and receive them from people on the right ‘frequency’.

"He says Heero and Relena have something similar going on, but they stick so close together that their reading each other has become so natural that the spacey part is hard to distinguish from body language and simply having known each other very well for a very long time. Unlike with us. I dunno, I can’t do any of that mumbo-jumbo myself. He says that because I was born and raised on Earth, it’s more of a latent, recipient thing than for him, a life-long colonist."

"Wow." Middie said, not knowing what to make of such a story. Then something occurred to her. "Can you use this space heart thing to hear what they’re talking about?"

"I wish."

"Aw. Then can you see ghosts?"

"Never met one."

"Make things happen with your mind?"

"Quatre can do that to me, but since you and me aren’t intimate that way..."

It took a moment for Middie to realise he was joking, but when she did, the laughter came strong.

"So we agree?" Middie eventually sighed. "Whatever attraction there still is between us, we’re not going to act on it. Because you’re happy being with Quatre, and I don’t break people up when I’m not getting paid for it, and whatever may become of it, I am head over heels in love with Cathy."

"Sounds about right."

"Good." Middie sighed. "Now if only I had the ability to read Cathy’s mind for a bit and find out why she’s giving me all these mixed signals, everything would be perfect."

"I think I know the answer to that." Trowa said with an almost sheepish expression. "She does like you, I can tell you that. Has it real bad. The only reason she’s holding is what happened when we were kids. She’s very protective of me."

Middie frowned; since Catherine had never brought it up, she had assumed she didn’t consider it a hindrance to their potential relationship and was waiting for Middie herself to bring something that sensitive up. "But why would she have gotten involved with me in the first place if -"

"Because she doesn’t know it was you. Just the gist of it - a spy came and got everybody except me killed. I never told her why your presence, here and now, bugs me so much."

Middie didn’t realize how much it meant that he’d kept that silent. But she would. And soon.

"She didn’t know? But if those guys in that room haven’t told her yet, she’s gonna make them. Oh God." Middie was torn between jumping up and running as far away as she could, as fast as she could, and burying her hands in her hair and squeezing her eyes shut. "I’ve never told her anything about that time. I just couldn’t - can’t. Fuck, she’s your sister, how would she take something like that? Even my own father almost threw me out of the house!"

"All of this never occurred to you before?"

"I thought she knew from the get-go! I’m chronically in denial, alright?!"

She was also currently close to tears. Trowa saw this and took pity on her.

"Just look at it this way, it can’t get much worse than it is now. She’s coming up with horror stories every night because I won’t tell her what the deal is."

"Yeah, like what happened back then was not a horror story!"

"You saved my life and got me away from a bunch of contract killers who strapped me in a mobile suit before I could write my name - who never bothered to give me a name, even. No matter how horrible she may think you are for all the rest, that’ll count for something."

Middie lifted her eyes to him, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears. "You think so?"

As if a sadistic Fate had been listening in on them, the door flew open, and a towering Cathy’s shadow fell over them.

"Something tells me we’re about to find out."

PSAN: The End! Or the beginning. You know what I mean. ^_~ Now all that’s left is to think of a title to give the whole thing. "When Spies have..." won’t quite do. Nor will "My Epic Crusade to SPREAD THE MIDDIE LOVE", I don't think. :P


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.