Ummmmmm...yes, I wrote this.
No, I don't know what I was on either, so I guess you can't have any. *gomen!*
It's not really romance...just some random Wufei/Sally fun without being totally
stupid or yaoi.
Disclaimers: Don't, never, can't own. A bunch of
happy rich people have that privilege. And I wish I was making money of this. I
really, really do.
Warnings: Um...possible sap? Naughty words...?
Never been beta'd, but as always, I do run it thru the spele-chekur. ^_~ Oh,
I've never written a quasi-serious GW ficcie before...
Notes:
Takes place after Endless Waltz.
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"...rivalry
adds so much to the charms of one's conquests."
--Louisa May
Alcott
Slurrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppp...
Wufei
glared at the little cursor cheerfully blinking at him over the rim of his
teacup and scowled. Five hours of precious, precious work...lost in the vastness
of cyberspace. Five hours of staring at the stark white screen, inputting
numbers, letters, symbols...all to have it go to waste when the power flickered
out.
He naturally had been so intent on getting the stupid
report ~done~ he had forgotten to save his work. And now, all he had to show for
it was one blinking cursor in the upper left hand
corner.
Injustice.
Wufei took another hearty slurp
of his stone-cold tea before he calmly set the cup down on the floor and away
from the computer. He stood up and stretched, being sure to massage out the
kinks out of his system from sitting in the same position for so long. With the
same eerie calm he had used in setting down the teacup, he walked over to his
office window and unbolted it. The frigid night air blasted in, instantly
numbing any bare flesh it came in contact with. Wufei paid it no mind. He
strolled over to the outlet, unplugged the computer, hefted the ugly beige
machine into his arms, and tossed it out of his second-story window. He smiled
faintly as he heard the satisfactory CRASH as the computer shattered against the
cold pavement of the sidewalk.
Justice was
served.
"You ~do~ realize that was official Preventers property,
don't you?"
Wufei looked over to his door to see Sally Po leaning
against the doorjamb, an eyebrow arched in amusement.
Another
sluuuurrrpppp of tea was her only answer.
She sighed,
"Wufei...what are we going to do with you?"
"'We',
onna?"
"Yes, 'we'," she snapped as she walked across Wufei's
private office to shut the window. "And would it hurt you to call me 'Sally'
every now and then?"
"Yes."
"How about
'Po'?"
"Even worse."
There were times Sally
wondered why she had invited Wufei to join the Preventers. Times when he was so
irritatingly ~Wufei~...arrogant, snot-nosed, or just being cranky because of
some sort of injustice...this was definitely one of those
times.
Not that she could blame him for being cranky. She had
also just finished up a report about their latest misadventure...except she had
the foresight to save her work.
Sally eyed the plastic cup with
the large, yellow smiley-face on the side of it, "Isn't that the tea I brought
you this morning?"
"Perhaps."
"And you're still
drinking it?!"
Wufei didn't answer. He didn't even slurp the tea.
He merely sat his happy cup on his recently vacated desk and crossed his arms,
giving her a look. Sally knew that look. The
I'm-busy-baka-onna-what-the-hell-do-you-want look that he pulled off so well.
She sighed again, "I ~was~ going to ask if you were done with your report and
maybe if you wanted to grab something to eat. By my calculations, that nifty
little bakery with those really yummy jelly donuts opens in," she glanced down
at her watch, "half and hour."
"It takes half an hour to drive
three blocks?" How had he asked a question if his mouth hadn't
moved?
"No!" Sally exclaimed, feeling suddenly sheepish. "I
thought we could walk down there!"
"Onna...it's the middle of
December, twenty-five degrees and snowing," Wufei said, "I am not going through
a frozen-over hell for a jelly donut. Besides the office opens in two
hours."
Sally felt her eye begin to twitch. Why had she thought
this would be a good idea? She knew Wufei. She knew his moods and his mood
swings better than anyone else. Why in the name of all things gundanium had she
thought he would agree to this? "You know what, Chang?" she practically spat
out.
"What?" he asked dully.
"I like
daises."
That had been worth it. The look on Wufei's face was
priceless! Complete Heero-Yuy-wanna-be to completely dumbfounded.
"Nani??"
"I like daises," she repeated a bit more cheerfully as
she sat herself down in his desk chair. Hmmm. His chair was more padded then
hers. "They're so pretty. When they bloom, they just scream 'Spring is here!' I
look forward to their blooming every year, you know. They always perk me
up."
Wufei blinked. And blinked again. Blinked three times for
good measure. Then he shook his head leaned against his empty desk. "I shall
never understand you, onna..."
"Sally!" she practically screamed
at him. "For the love of those jelly donuts, just call me Sally! Just
once!!"
Wufei went back to giving her his infamous
Wufei-Chang-Look-of-Exasperation.
Sally stood up in exasperation
and threw her arms into the air. "Okay! I give up!" she proclaimed and headed
for the door, punctuating her words with well-placed stomps, "You are *stomp!*
less human then Heero! *stomp! stomp!* At least *stomp!* he takes me up *stomp!*
on offers for *stomp!* donuts! *stomp!* Hell, even Trowa is more talkative than
you are! *stomp!stomp!stomp!!* I'm just going to leave and let you mope *stomp!*
in your overstuffed chair, by yourself! *stomp! stomp!* I'm going to get some
sleep on the company couch and turn in ~my~ report and live *stomp!* happily
ever *stomp!* after!! *STOMP!* Good night!!"
Unfortunately, just
as she was about to cap the whole thing off with a dramatic door-slam, she heard
a quiet, "Yuy takes you out for donuts?"
This time it was Sally's
turn to blink. "Eh?"
Wufei gracefully slid off the desk and
reached for the simple leather coat that had been hanging over his chair. "Yuy
takes you out for donuts?" he repeated.
"On the rare occasion,"
she admitted. "Of course, he never eats a donut. He seems to be a bran-muffin
fan."
If Sally didn't know better, she'd swear that she saw a
~smile~ tugging at the corners of Wufei's mouth, "Sa--onna, what is the point in
going on a donut run if you have no one to share the joy of donuts
with?"
Sally suppressed the urge to gape. Either time had stopped
and Wufei had been abducted by aliens and replaced with a replica or Wufei was
schizophrenic. Or maybe both. And did he just almost say her ~actual~ name?
"Yuy isn't even good company," Wufei continued, shrugging into
his jacket. "Never says a word except for 'hn', and of course, even that's
somewhat rare," Wufei looked at his office wall clock and cocked his head to the
side. "The bakery opens in ten minutes. Quit gawking and get your coat,
baka."
"Are...are you dri...driving, or am...I?" Sally managed to
get out.
Wufei looked at her as though she had sprouted wings or
something. "I thought you wanted to walk."
That cinched it.
Something was very wrong here. Wufei was acting completely different from the
version she had seen just a moment ago. Maybe he was a spy? A spy sent from a
few remaining OZ fanatics to try to get in and derail the Preventers? She had to
do something! She couldn't go someplace with him until she knew the absolute
truth...
But, oh, the prospect of a warm, freshly baked donut
with apple-cinnamon goo inside...
And Wufei in a leather jacket
wasn't exactly an eyesore either.
But her prime motivation was
the donut. At least, that's what Sally told herself.
"I didn't
bring a coat with me to work this morning," she admitted
sheepishly.
This time, it was Wufei who sighed.
"It was fifty-two degrees! I didn't know I was going to be here
until six in the morning!" she defended herself.
Wufei slipped
out of his jacket, and Sally felt all hopes of her donut (and seeing more of
Wufei in that jacket, possibly with snowflakes in his hair...),
plunge.
Might as well go prep the work couch for a whole hour of
sleep, she decided.
Sally gasped as she felt something heavy and
warm drape over her shoulders. Something heavy, warm, and ~leather.~ She turned
startled eyes to Wufei, who had somehow crept up behind her...and thought she
was going to pass out. He ~was~ definitely smiling now. A sweet, sincere
smile.
She decided to keep her eyes open for several horseman
with "Apocalypse Now!" banners while on their walk.
"Ready?" he
asked her.
Sally only nodded as she slipped her arms into the
jacket sleeves. Hmm. Soft. Fuzzy. Warm. She'd just have to get one of these...or
maybe just steal it like she planned to do with his chair. "Won't you be cold?"
she asked.
"Only weaklings get cold!" he
snorted.
She chuckled. "Of course. My
mistake."
Wufei nodded his agreement, and gently shoved her out
his door, while being sure to switch off his office lights. They walked passed
darkened offices and empty cubicles, occasionally bumping into an ill-placed
trash bucket before reaching the elevator.
And then they
waited...and waited...and waited...
Sally and Wufei exchanged
glances as they listened to the elevator's gears grind and crunch together as
they struggled to pull up the empty car.
"Stairs," they said in
unison and headed for the fire escape.
"Wufei,
wait."
Wufei stopped, puzzlement on evident on his features.
"Nani?"
With a sly grin, Sally reached up and pulled out the
elastic band that kept Wufei's hair in its painful-looking ponytail. Free at
last, his ebony strands fell into his face, a slight crimp where the elastic had
been.
"There!" she pronounced, throwing the hair tie over her
shoulder. "That should cure those headaches your always whining
about."
Instead of the brutal tongue-lashing she had been
expecting, Wufei instead gingerly reached up to touch his hair, his eyes wide.
"Arigatou..." he whispered, and proceeded into the
stairwell.
What the hell, Sally decided and followed
him.
~*~*~*~*~
She had overslept. Somehow, on the
bumpy, sagging, ugly employee couch, she had overslept. And of course, her
report had been late, because no one had bothered to come and wake her up, or at
the very least, check on her. And then she was reprimanded by Lady Une for
having a late report, and then reprimanded again because somehow, Wufei, in half
an hour, had written a superior report to hers ~and~ turned it in on time.
Oh well. That sweet, sweet, warm, apple-cinnamon goo-filled,
topped with white icing and glazed donut had been worth
it.
Hopefully, Lady Une wouldn't realize that Sally had used the
Preventers charge card to pay for the donuts because she had also left her
wallet in her coat.
Sally massaged the back of her neck as she
returned to her desk. Ah, well. Another day, another report, and more cranky
Wufei. He hadn't even mentioned the donut excursion or talked to her since their
return. The fiend.
Of course, she had been down and out on that
damn couch about five minutes after they returned.
Sally yawned
and plunked down in her understuffed desk chair. She reached over to turn on her
computer, but her fingers only met air.
Her computer wasn't
there.
Instead, there was a note, in ~very~ familiar handwriting,
in its place along with...a daisy?? Now where had he gotten a daisy in two hours
during the dead of winter?
Sally picked up the note and quickly
skimmed over it, her eyebrow raising with each passing
word:
"Onna,
Thank you for the generous gift of
your computer. Much faster and more powerful than mine had ever been. I would
also like some more tea, preferably in a ~different~ mug this time, before you
start your work routine...or whatever you can start without your
computer.
Next time, we'll visit the coffee shop after the
bakery. Coffee's on
me.
W."
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Whelpers,
that's it. *blink, blink*
Oh, yeah, I forgot this at the
top:
Much thanks goes out to all the kind people who leave me
reviews! (even though they're mostly Sailormoon fans...hey, I'm expanding!) You
guys rock! Miko Motivation!!
Well, let's see, this fic had only
been brewing in my head since about August...but now that marching season is
over, I have ~time~ to actually write down my ideas! We may see more of me!
*sees panicked masses, running away and screaming*
Nani?
