FIC: When Spies have Days Off [Gundam Wing, Middie & Relena & Trowa & Heero]
Title: When Spies have Days Off
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: K+ / PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: The series proper and Episode Zero.
Warnings: Bisexuality. Spelling Preventors with an ‘o’.
Pairings: Hints of established Heero Yuy x Relena Darlian, past Trowa Barton x Middie Une and current pre-romantic Middie Une x Catherine Bloom.
Disclaimer: Me no claim, you no sue. That okay?
Summary: "I’ve heard so much about you, I’d love to get to know you." "Oh crud, is even the government on my case now?" Relena laughed. "Nothing like that. I don’t think Trowa would approve that I’m taking you out for coffee all by my lonesome."
Author’s Note: Okay, I’ve decided that that romance sub-plot? Isn’t going to get much more prominent than it currently is. I’m just going to use this series to have Middie meet as many fellow cast members as possible, and to amuse myself with snippets of post-canon worldbuilding and outsiders’ POV of the characters’ lives.
When Spies have Days Off Dear Relena,
Again, I’m sorry, but I’m not talking to Heero until he admits he’s an ass and stops acting like it. Please tell him we’re pulling down tomorrow and our next stand is just a few hours away from you. I don’t want to just hang around the lot when you guys are so close.
-Trowa
PS: I’m sure you wouldn’t be as stubborn as Heero, so if you ever see Middie again could YOU tell me what you think?
Sighing wearily, Relena pushed the laptop into Heero’s lap, put out the lights on her side of the bed, and snuggled under the covers.
She was just beginning to doze off when Heero huffed. "Would you have interrogated her? He won’t even tell us what to look for."
Relena grumbled and swatted him with a pillow.
It was a good day to have a day off. Pleasantly warm beneath a light deck of clouds, with people milling about and having fun everywhere you looked.
Middie had gotten in a good few hours of people-spotting and spending away her gloomy thoughts when a female voice suddenly said: "Excuse me?"
Middie turned to the bubbly-looking teenager who had addressed her. "Yes?"
"You’re Middie Une, aren’t you?"
Middie’s hand discreetly clenched around the purse holding her gun. "I am. How would you know?"
An impish grin came over the girl’s face as she lifted her glasses. "You spoke to my boyfriend at last month’s ministry ball."
Middie blinked once, twice, then did a double-take. "Oh my god, I hadn’t recognized you, Miss Darlian." she said, slightly aghast. At the way ESUN’s Vice-Foreign Minister Relena Darlian looked, that is, not at her own failure to recognize her.
"That’s fine, it just means my disguise is working." Darlian said brightly.
It certainly was. The minister’s hair was up in two extremely childish high ponytails, stylishly garish, thick-rimmed glasses threw all her facial proportions out of whack, and her clothing and accessories displayed perfectly just how psychedelic and hideous the most recent fashion trends were. She looked like an overgrown teenybopper instead of the respected and accomplished politician she was.
"Miss Darlian, what are you doing here? And where’s Yuy, aren’t you supposed to have someone with you?"
"Heaven forbid that things are so bad I can’t even leave the house unsupervised! No, I’m perfectly capable of spending my free days on my own, thank you. Heero’s gone off with Trowa. Did you know the circus is in town?"
Middie nodded. "But then - why the disguise, Miss?"
Darlian shrugged. "Convenience. Don’t call the psych ward just yet, but I actually like to pay for what I buy. Can I offer you something to drink or eat? I’ve heard so much about you, I’d love to get a chance to talk to you."
"Oh crud, is even the government on my case now?"
Relena laughed. "Nothing like that, I’d just like to get to know you. I don’t think Trowa would approve that I’m taking you out for coffee all by my lonesome, anyway."
Five minutes later they were eating ice-cream on a terrace, and just-Relena-please asked: "So, do you live around here?"
"No, I’ve been living out of hotels for the past half year. The Preventor agency likes to keep part of its agents mobile so it doesn’t have to build big offices like HQ all across the Earth sphere and can just call large numbers of ‘drifters’ to the nearest smaller office in case of emergency."
"That’s something we have in common. I hop from city to city and colony to colony for my job, so I sometimes spend more time in hotels than at home. Good thing I still live with my mother, huh? My cat would be long dead if she wasn’t there to take care of it."
"My family is on the other side of the globe right now. I haven’t seen them in months."
"Do you miss them?"
"Even more than I’d thought. But I couldn’t stay there anymore, I really needed to get out, put some distance between us and get my own foothold on life. As much as I love them, having to provide for them got me into some pretty dark places back in the day. I needed something of a fresh start, you know?"
"And people wonder why I’ve always said making peace was more important than getting favourable results through war."
"Heh. Yeah, unless they were the ones hiring me, people were never exactly thrilled about the way I worked either."
"Isn’t there some kind of saying about never trusting spies and politicians?"
"Dunno, but I think there’s one about there being no difference between the two?"
The women laughed together. Middie watched Relena dig for chocolate flakes in her sorbet, looking every inch the trendy college girl she was impersonating, and felt bold.
"So Yuy is totally okay with you going out like this?"
"Not really, but Trowa was very adamant that Heero’d take him far away from the circus for a while, so I... well, let’s just say he’s never actually seen me in these clothes."
"I had an inkling. He doesn’t strike me as the type to let you out of his sights. Ever." Relena raised an eyebrow at her, and for a moment Middie feared she’d crossed a line. "I mean that he seems very dedicated to his job, not anything -"
But to her surprise, Relena laughed. "What everybody always fails to realize is that guarding me is not Heero’s job."
"Huh?"
"Heero is not my employee. I don’t pay him anything - he has access to all my assets because we live together. But he’s got all the right clearances and qualifications to handle my security on a professional level, so he just does. Kind of like other men paint and tinker around the house."
While Middie tried to take in this sudden reversal of everything the tabloids had ever told her, Relena leaned her head on her hand and studied her.
"So, does Trowa know you’re in the neighbourhood?"
"I’m not sure..." She and Cathy had exchanged cell phone numbers a while ago, and she had asked Middie to come visit them whenever her job allowed it. Middie had been ‘on the sawdust trail’ in between Preventor assignments ever since, switching hotels every so often as the circus moved around the country. "But if Trowa was really that desperate to get off circus grounds, I’m guessing he does. He was probably expecting me to come around to see Cathy."
"Are you going to?"
"No."
"I heard you two were dating. Has something happened?"
Middie bit her lip. "Trowa happened. And your bod- boyfriend happened. Hell, AC 190 happened! I thought I was over the crush I had on him back then - it was way too Stockholm syndrome-y even for my own taste - and I thought he never liked me in the first place, but I’m not so sure anymore. It’s just been really confusing lately."
"Have you tried talking to Trowa about it?"
"He’s kind of been avoiding me."
"Right. Figures." Relena tilted back her cup to get at the last of the sugary sludge. "I take it you were pity-shopping?"
Middie nodded.
"Want some company?"
"Sure. You might even be good for discount."
PSAN: Let’s see, who’s next? Dorothy and Mariemeia haven’t made any appearance yet, nor Zechs and Noin... ooh, and Cathy and Quatre, of course. *plots*
Spies Of Our Lives
Middie Une shows up out of nowhere and enlists with the Preventers. Paranoia ensues. Or it would, if Trowa had any say in it.
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
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: K+ / PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: The series proper and Episode Zero.
Warnings: Bisexuality. Spelling Preventors with an ‘o’.
Pairings: Hints of established Heero Yuy x Relena Darlian, past Trowa Barton x Middie Une and current pre-romantic Middie Une x Catherine Bloom.
Disclaimer: Me no claim, you no sue. That okay?
Summary: "I’ve heard so much about you, I’d love to get to know you." "Oh crud, is even the government on my case now?" Relena laughed. "Nothing like that. I don’t think Trowa would approve that I’m taking you out for coffee all by my lonesome."
Author’s Note: Okay, I’ve decided that that romance sub-plot? Isn’t going to get much more prominent than it currently is. I’m just going to use this series to have Middie meet as many fellow cast members as possible, and to amuse myself with snippets of post-canon worldbuilding and outsiders’ POV of the characters’ lives.
When Spies have Days Off Dear Relena,
Again, I’m sorry, but I’m not talking to Heero until he admits he’s an ass and stops acting like it. Please tell him we’re pulling down tomorrow and our next stand is just a few hours away from you. I don’t want to just hang around the lot when you guys are so close.
-Trowa
PS: I’m sure you wouldn’t be as stubborn as Heero, so if you ever see Middie again could YOU tell me what you think?
Sighing wearily, Relena pushed the laptop into Heero’s lap, put out the lights on her side of the bed, and snuggled under the covers.
She was just beginning to doze off when Heero huffed. "Would you have interrogated her? He won’t even tell us what to look for."
Relena grumbled and swatted him with a pillow.
It was a good day to have a day off. Pleasantly warm beneath a light deck of clouds, with people milling about and having fun everywhere you looked.
Middie had gotten in a good few hours of people-spotting and spending away her gloomy thoughts when a female voice suddenly said: "Excuse me?"
Middie turned to the bubbly-looking teenager who had addressed her. "Yes?"
"You’re Middie Une, aren’t you?"
Middie’s hand discreetly clenched around the purse holding her gun. "I am. How would you know?"
An impish grin came over the girl’s face as she lifted her glasses. "You spoke to my boyfriend at last month’s ministry ball."
Middie blinked once, twice, then did a double-take. "Oh my god, I hadn’t recognized you, Miss Darlian." she said, slightly aghast. At the way ESUN’s Vice-Foreign Minister Relena Darlian looked, that is, not at her own failure to recognize her.
"That’s fine, it just means my disguise is working." Darlian said brightly.
It certainly was. The minister’s hair was up in two extremely childish high ponytails, stylishly garish, thick-rimmed glasses threw all her facial proportions out of whack, and her clothing and accessories displayed perfectly just how psychedelic and hideous the most recent fashion trends were. She looked like an overgrown teenybopper instead of the respected and accomplished politician she was.
"Miss Darlian, what are you doing here? And where’s Yuy, aren’t you supposed to have someone with you?"
"Heaven forbid that things are so bad I can’t even leave the house unsupervised! No, I’m perfectly capable of spending my free days on my own, thank you. Heero’s gone off with Trowa. Did you know the circus is in town?"
Middie nodded. "But then - why the disguise, Miss?"
Darlian shrugged. "Convenience. Don’t call the psych ward just yet, but I actually like to pay for what I buy. Can I offer you something to drink or eat? I’ve heard so much about you, I’d love to get a chance to talk to you."
"Oh crud, is even the government on my case now?"
Relena laughed. "Nothing like that, I’d just like to get to know you. I don’t think Trowa would approve that I’m taking you out for coffee all by my lonesome, anyway."
Five minutes later they were eating ice-cream on a terrace, and just-Relena-please asked: "So, do you live around here?"
"No, I’ve been living out of hotels for the past half year. The Preventor agency likes to keep part of its agents mobile so it doesn’t have to build big offices like HQ all across the Earth sphere and can just call large numbers of ‘drifters’ to the nearest smaller office in case of emergency."
"That’s something we have in common. I hop from city to city and colony to colony for my job, so I sometimes spend more time in hotels than at home. Good thing I still live with my mother, huh? My cat would be long dead if she wasn’t there to take care of it."
"My family is on the other side of the globe right now. I haven’t seen them in months."
"Do you miss them?"
"Even more than I’d thought. But I couldn’t stay there anymore, I really needed to get out, put some distance between us and get my own foothold on life. As much as I love them, having to provide for them got me into some pretty dark places back in the day. I needed something of a fresh start, you know?"
"And people wonder why I’ve always said making peace was more important than getting favourable results through war."
"Heh. Yeah, unless they were the ones hiring me, people were never exactly thrilled about the way I worked either."
"Isn’t there some kind of saying about never trusting spies and politicians?"
"Dunno, but I think there’s one about there being no difference between the two?"
The women laughed together. Middie watched Relena dig for chocolate flakes in her sorbet, looking every inch the trendy college girl she was impersonating, and felt bold.
"So Yuy is totally okay with you going out like this?"
"Not really, but Trowa was very adamant that Heero’d take him far away from the circus for a while, so I... well, let’s just say he’s never actually seen me in these clothes."
"I had an inkling. He doesn’t strike me as the type to let you out of his sights. Ever." Relena raised an eyebrow at her, and for a moment Middie feared she’d crossed a line. "I mean that he seems very dedicated to his job, not anything -"
But to her surprise, Relena laughed. "What everybody always fails to realize is that guarding me is not Heero’s job."
"Huh?"
"Heero is not my employee. I don’t pay him anything - he has access to all my assets because we live together. But he’s got all the right clearances and qualifications to handle my security on a professional level, so he just does. Kind of like other men paint and tinker around the house."
While Middie tried to take in this sudden reversal of everything the tabloids had ever told her, Relena leaned her head on her hand and studied her.
"So, does Trowa know you’re in the neighbourhood?"
"I’m not sure..." She and Cathy had exchanged cell phone numbers a while ago, and she had asked Middie to come visit them whenever her job allowed it. Middie had been ‘on the sawdust trail’ in between Preventor assignments ever since, switching hotels every so often as the circus moved around the country. "But if Trowa was really that desperate to get off circus grounds, I’m guessing he does. He was probably expecting me to come around to see Cathy."
"Are you going to?"
"No."
"I heard you two were dating. Has something happened?"
Middie bit her lip. "Trowa happened. And your bod- boyfriend happened. Hell, AC 190 happened! I thought I was over the crush I had on him back then - it was way too Stockholm syndrome-y even for my own taste - and I thought he never liked me in the first place, but I’m not so sure anymore. It’s just been really confusing lately."
"Have you tried talking to Trowa about it?"
"He’s kind of been avoiding me."
"Right. Figures." Relena tilted back her cup to get at the last of the sugary sludge. "I take it you were pity-shopping?"
Middie nodded.
"Want some company?"
"Sure. You might even be good for discount."
PSAN: Let’s see, who’s next? Dorothy and Mariemeia haven’t made any appearance yet, nor Zechs and Noin... ooh, and Cathy and Quatre, of course. *plots*
Spies Of Our Lives
Middie Une shows up out of nowhere and enlists with the Preventers. Paranoia ensues. Or it would, if Trowa had any say in it.
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