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[Fic] gw500 prompt - Marker, Colors
Title: Not My Day
Author: lady_tolwen
Pairing/Characters: Sally+05
Rating: G
Word Count: 717
Warnings/Kinks: None.
Summary/Notes: Sorry it’s late, but I couldn’t get this up until today.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing in any way. Just borrowing the characters for awhile.
Not My Day
“Thanks for doing this on such short notice,” the former Colonel Une said as she handed the keys over to Preventer Water. “If this meeting wasn’t so important, I’d pick up Mariemeia myself, but…”
Sally stopped. “I completely understand. You can count on me to keep her safe until you after the meeting.”
“…Actually I’m more worried about my car. It’s a classic 2007 Toyota Prius. Do you have any idea how much money I put into making that thing running again? Not to mention sticking in white Italian leather.”
“More than I’ll ever make flipping hamburgers?”
“Exactly. But I’m confident in your perfectly capable hands.” Lady Une checked her watch. “Well, you better get going. You won’t want to get stuck in traffic, especially since this is the last day of school before vacation.”
Sally mocked saluted. “You can count on me.”
She went to the pre-determined pick-up point and waited for the eleven year old to arrive. Eventually a small red-haired girl with a backpack walked up to the car. “Are you Miss Po?” she asked politely.
“Yes, I am. Hop in.” Sally eyed the youngster. She had dots in every color of a Crayola Crayon box all over her arms. “What do you have on your arms?” she asked.
Mariemeia smiled. “Before I left, my friends and I put this on as decoration. Doesn’t it look cool?”
“Cool” wasn’t exactly the word that came to mind. But Sally bit back a biting comment and said she looked great. The two headed off to get something to eat before heading back to Preventer Headquarters. Sally decided the nearest burger joint would suffice, and proceeded to get her usual order and a happy meal for Mariemeia.
“We can eat these on the benches in front of HQ so spills in the car,” Sally said as she handed the bag to her charge. But as the girl lifted her arms to receive the food, Sally saw, to her horror, it.
There on the white leather arm rest were colorful dots in the shapes and patterns identical to Mariemeia’s arm. She swore under her breath so the girl wouldn’t hear; the last thing she needed was to have the girl tell her superior that she picked up some “colorful phrases.”
Sally quickly went through a list of who she thought would know how to get magic marker out of white leather. Her mental list only came up with one person. Reluctantly, she dialed the number on her mobile phone.
“Hello?” said a masculine voice.
“Wu Fei? I have a situation I need you to clear up for me.”
“You realize it’s my day off, right?”
“Yes, but it’s a matter of life and death.”
“Hm, alright, but you owe me lunch.” There was a slight pause. “And a cup of good quality coffee.”
Sally rolled her eyes. It seems that Pilot 03 had gotten her coworker to develop a taste for expensive expresso. “Sure fine, just meet us by headquarters in twenty minutes.”
In exactly fifteen minutes and 19 seconds, a motorcycle pulled up next to the Prius. “So what’s this matter of life and death?” Wu Fei said.
“Une’s car. I need you to get Magic Marker out the leather interior.”
His dark eyes studied her suspiciously. “Oh is that all? Give me the keys and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She complied and begged any deity that would listen to let him return before Une got back. While they waited, Sally and Mariemeia finished off their greasy fast food.
A short time later, Wu Fei returned. “All fixed.”
“Thanks Wu Fei. I’d hate to think what Une would say if found that stuff on her leather.”
“Hmph. No problem. Now about my lunch, I prefer to eat-”
“Ah, there you are!” a distinct female voice called.
“Miss Une!” Mariemeia cried, and rushed to greet her guardian.
Sally gave the keys back to their rightful owner and turned back to Wu Fei. “Why don’t you call me about that later and we’ll decide how best to repay you,” she said.
Her coworker smirked and affirmed the suggestion before racing away on his motorcycle.
“Miss Po!” Sally winced at the authoritative tone. “Why did you try to hide magic marker with an arm rest cover?!”
Title: Not My Day
Author: lady_tolwen
Pairing/Characters: Sally+05
Rating: G
Word Count: 717
Warnings/Kinks: None.
Summary/Notes: Sorry it’s late, but I couldn’t get this up until today.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing in any way. Just borrowing the characters for awhile.
Not My Day
“Thanks for doing this on such short notice,” the former Colonel Une said as she handed the keys over to Preventer Water. “If this meeting wasn’t so important, I’d pick up Mariemeia myself, but…”
Sally stopped. “I completely understand. You can count on me to keep her safe until you after the meeting.”
“…Actually I’m more worried about my car. It’s a classic 2007 Toyota Prius. Do you have any idea how much money I put into making that thing running again? Not to mention sticking in white Italian leather.”
“More than I’ll ever make flipping hamburgers?”
“Exactly. But I’m confident in your perfectly capable hands.” Lady Une checked her watch. “Well, you better get going. You won’t want to get stuck in traffic, especially since this is the last day of school before vacation.”
Sally mocked saluted. “You can count on me.”
She went to the pre-determined pick-up point and waited for the eleven year old to arrive. Eventually a small red-haired girl with a backpack walked up to the car. “Are you Miss Po?” she asked politely.
“Yes, I am. Hop in.” Sally eyed the youngster. She had dots in every color of a Crayola Crayon box all over her arms. “What do you have on your arms?” she asked.
Mariemeia smiled. “Before I left, my friends and I put this on as decoration. Doesn’t it look cool?”
“Cool” wasn’t exactly the word that came to mind. But Sally bit back a biting comment and said she looked great. The two headed off to get something to eat before heading back to Preventer Headquarters. Sally decided the nearest burger joint would suffice, and proceeded to get her usual order and a happy meal for Mariemeia.
“We can eat these on the benches in front of HQ so spills in the car,” Sally said as she handed the bag to her charge. But as the girl lifted her arms to receive the food, Sally saw, to her horror, it.
There on the white leather arm rest were colorful dots in the shapes and patterns identical to Mariemeia’s arm. She swore under her breath so the girl wouldn’t hear; the last thing she needed was to have the girl tell her superior that she picked up some “colorful phrases.”
Sally quickly went through a list of who she thought would know how to get magic marker out of white leather. Her mental list only came up with one person. Reluctantly, she dialed the number on her mobile phone.
“Hello?” said a masculine voice.
“Wu Fei? I have a situation I need you to clear up for me.”
“You realize it’s my day off, right?”
“Yes, but it’s a matter of life and death.”
“Hm, alright, but you owe me lunch.” There was a slight pause. “And a cup of good quality coffee.”
Sally rolled her eyes. It seems that Pilot 03 had gotten her coworker to develop a taste for expensive expresso. “Sure fine, just meet us by headquarters in twenty minutes.”
In exactly fifteen minutes and 19 seconds, a motorcycle pulled up next to the Prius. “So what’s this matter of life and death?” Wu Fei said.
“Une’s car. I need you to get Magic Marker out the leather interior.”
His dark eyes studied her suspiciously. “Oh is that all? Give me the keys and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She complied and begged any deity that would listen to let him return before Une got back. While they waited, Sally and Mariemeia finished off their greasy fast food.
A short time later, Wu Fei returned. “All fixed.”
“Thanks Wu Fei. I’d hate to think what Une would say if found that stuff on her leather.”
“Hmph. No problem. Now about my lunch, I prefer to eat-”
“Ah, there you are!” a distinct female voice called.
“Miss Une!” Mariemeia cried, and rushed to greet her guardian.
Sally gave the keys back to their rightful owner and turned back to Wu Fei. “Why don’t you call me about that later and we’ll decide how best to repay you,” she said.
Her coworker smirked and affirmed the suggestion before racing away on his motorcycle.
“Miss Po!” Sally winced at the authoritative tone. “Why did you try to hide magic marker with an arm rest cover?!”