cozzybob (cozzybob) wrote in cozzybabbles, @ 2007-08-13 06:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | gen, quatre, zechs |
[GW] The Silver Lining
The Silver Lining
by cozzybob
Pair: Zechs and Quatre (gen)
Warning: Post-EW, 3x4 breakups, touch of angst, touch of fluff, err... job headaches.
Note: For the challenge "silver lining" in the GW500 LJ community. Old crap.
Quatre stared at the man sitting before his desk and glared impressively. He saw no reason why he should be here, wasting his time, when the billionaire CEO certainly had a million other important things on his mind. Very important things, and here Zechs Marquise sat in his worn down red jacket, stained white shirt and torn black jeans like it couldn't have been more convenient. Quatre scowled. He was having a bad day. He had a headache, Trowa still wasn't talking to him, his sisters wanted to control his life and oh yes, there was an entire colony to rebuild that no one but him seemed to want to pay for. Colonies were very expensive. Someone needed to cooperate before he went from billionaire to penny collector in the space of three seconds. He really wanted to go home and get laid. Maybe Zechs was interested...
He sighed explosively and continued to glare. Zechs sat before Quatre looking half-defeated and godless with his hair tumbled all over his face, hiding eyes that were not only tired, but downright dead. Quatre felt sympathy toward Zechs, he could feel the hurt running off the man, and it was clear his pride had been damaged since the last time they'd seen each other. Zechs had been missing for four years. Mars, of course, but theoretically, no one knew that. Not even Quatre, if he were honest, but Quatre always knew everything. Except why Zechs was here, and in the condition that he was, that is.
Quatre leaned back in his chair and lifted an eyebrow. He didn't like not knowing things. "Well?"
Zechs smirked at him through the gorgeous hair hiding most of his face, as if he knew what Quatre was thinking and found it hilarious. "I was wondering when you were going to ask."
"Get to the point Marquise. I have a headache." He rubbed his temples to prove a point and scowled again when it hurt. "What do you want?"
"A job," he said.
That stopped Quatre in his tracks, and he just barely kept from gaping at the other man. It took a few moments, but he finally asked, "You don't have one?"
Zechs snorted. "No one wants to hire a mass murderer, Winner."
Quatre grinned a somewhat scary smile. "They hired me, didn't they?"
Zechs just looked at him and said nothing.
The billionaire sighed. "You need one?"
The other man shrugged very carefully and looked Quatre directly in the eyes. It was a somewhat dramatic thing because his hair finally pulled back to expose his face, a face that while stunningly handsome, was also terrifying out of sheer memory. "I need one," Zechs confirmed, and said nothing else.
Another man of little words, Quatre thought. He always attracted the men that don't know how to talk. Why, damnit, why? "Why?" Quatre cringed slightly. "If you want to answer, I mean... nevermind." He rubbed his temples again, sighing to his chest. He was having a very bad day.
"You should take something for that."
Quatre snorted, and then winced when his head gave a particularly strong pounding. "I've had my share of drugs to last a lifetime, thank you. And anyway, I'd need something a little more powerful than Advil," he waved a hand, "...gundam pilots and all that."
"Quatre," and Quatre looked up because he'd never heard Zechs call him by his first name before, "...hire me and then take a day off. It's the only way that headache will get better."
Quatre's lips twitched. "What would you like to do?"
Zechs just looked at him and shrugged again.
Quatre sighed and stood up. "Tell you what," the billionaire said in his best Sandrock-is-about-to-cut-you-in-half voice. "...you join me for lunch, and we'll talk it over. There's got to be something you're good at besides blowing up the world."
This time, Zechs laughed softly and shook his head. "Maxwell told me you could find the silver lining in a bowl full of shit, did you know that?" Quatre looked indignant, but Zechs held up a hand and said, "It's a compliment, Winner. You always see the good in people. That's why I'm here."
Quatre smiled softly, his eyes just a tad watery when he said, "Yeah. Trowa said that too. Let's go."
His headache was forgotten before he even stepped out of the office.