Quatre the Matchmaker

Quatre the Matchmaker

Quatre and Trowa were talking after Trowa gave a big performance at the circus. Trowa wiped the sweat from his forehead with his towel.

"You did great, Trowa!" Quatre said.

"Thanks, ugh, where are the other guys?" Trowa asked, looking behind him, "didn't they come?

Quatre shook his head, "but I made it!"

"I can't believe it," Trowa moaned, "we haven't been in a war about a month and already some of us have 'girlfriends.'"

"Except you," Quatre snickered.

Trowa raised his eyebrow.

"Sorry, hey, I don't' mind if you take Dorothy out," Quatre suggested, "I'll even let you borrow my car."

"Not a chance," Trowa said, "she's weird!"

"Hey!" Quatre shouted, "she just had a hard life, okay?"

"Quatre, are you nuts? The girl tried to kill you!"

"Oh come on, Trowa," Quatre pleaded, "I tried to kill you."

Trowa was silent, "really? I don't remember…"

"You lost your memory, that's why! You were floating around in space for days, weeks even!"

"Oh yeah, now I remember, I forgot!" he mumbled, then raised his voice, "but that was an entirely different situation! You were piloting the Wing Zero and that was just an accident." He shuddered, "that's probably why I was so cold afterwards, floating around in the dark cold," he snarled and pointed his finger at him, "and all because of you!!."

"I'm sorry!" Quatre shouted, "I didn't mean it!"

"I know you didn't mean it, Quatre," Trowa sighed, sitting down. "I'm just exhausted."

"Maybe you should go on a date," Quatre said.

"I'm not going out with Dorothy, okay?" Trowa muttered.

"No, not with her, one of my sisters!"

"As long as she isn't like my sister," Trowa groaned, then saw Catherine coming up. "Oh, hi sis!"

"Trowa, I just wanted to tell you did an excellent job!" she told him. She looked at Quatre and said coldly, "hi, Quatre." Then walked away.

"What's with her?" Quatre asked, then, "ohhh, right." He put his hand to his head.

"Don't worry abut it, Quatre," Trowa said kindly, "she's always been that way after what happened in outer space." He quickly went back to the subject, "so which sister? The one who's a doctor?"


"I don't want to see a doctor, that's weird too."

"My sister isn't weird!" Quatre snapped. He sighed, "how about Jessica? She just turned 17 last week." (Author's Note: I don't know all of his sisters and their ages, so I just made this up, oh, and by the way, the gundam pilots are still 15, except Trowa, who's the oldest, 16.)

"She's not going into medical school, is she?" Trowa asked. "Doctors frighten me."


Trowa sighed, "well, okay."

"Deal," Quatre and Trowa shook hands and then Quatre's cell phone began ringing.

"There's Dorothy now," Trowa muttered.

And as Trowa suspected, Dorothy was on the phone.

"Dottykins!!" Quatre greeted. (AN: Dotty is short for Dorothy, well, I think it is and if you've ever read Archie ® comics, that's where I got the silly pet name from!)

Trowa's eyes widened, Dottykins?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Quatre said into the phone then covered the mouth piece, "she lost her job."

Trowa made a sympathetic face.

"Uh-huh, well what happened?" Quatre asked, "that's awful, angel eyes. It's all right, calm down, calm down. It'll be okay." Then Quatre's sympathetic kind voice changed into aww-too-sweet-icky-kissy-talk, "no, I love you more, no, I love you more, I love your hair and your legs and your cute little eyebrows…"

Trowa raised an eyebrow and laughed.

Seeing Trowa's looks, Quatre said into the phone, "Look, pooky, I really need to go, I'll take you out to for ice cream later on and we can talk all about it. It's okay, I'll come and get you. Cheer up, I'll help you find a job. It's no problem. What do you mean why? I'll be happy to do it, you're my girlfriend, I love you and I'll help you find a new job. Oh stop it, I'm not that nice….well maybe I am…" he looked up at Trowa, who was rubbing his forehead, "Oh, how would you like to go out on a double date with me and Trowa?"

Trowa's eyes widened and he cris-crossed his arms, "Quatre, no, no!!"

"Oh, never mind about that, it'll be just us tonight. Yeah, I'm setting a blind date with Trowa and a sister of mine. I'll come up to get you in about 15 minutes…no, I'm not picking up in Sandrock!" he laughed, "I'll pick you up in my new car, of course we can drive with the top down! Okay, yes, we can go to the park too, whatever makes you feel better." He looked up at Trowa, who was red with laughter, "Well, I really need to get going, bye sweetie." Click. "Sorry, it took a bit longer than I thought."

"Me too," Trowa said, "pooky!" He began laughing out loud.

"Trowa, be nice, she just lost her job!"

"Quatre, she's playing you for a fool! Don't you know she's only going out with you because you're rich?" Trowa warned and stepped back, "In the words of Wufei, 'this is injustice!' and Heero would just flat out kill you! Duo would call you a fool and me, well, I'm just telling you the truth! You were a gundam pilot for crying out loud!"

"Yeah well," Quatre muttered, "you're a clown, so there!"

Trowa sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, I'm sorry."

"So, does your sister live on a colony, or does she live on Earth?

"Back at my colony, but I can contact her after I go pick up Dorothy." He looked at his watch, "oh crap, I better go, she'll be furious! I just hate that mean look she has in her eyes!" Quatre ran frantically out of the circus tent and into his brand new silver Corvette.

Trowa shrugged and walked to the lions and lionesses. He began stroking a lionesses' head, "I wish girls weren't so complicated, I wish they were like you. You're just a gorgeous lioness, aren't ya?"

The lioness purred deeply and rubbed her head against Trowa's hand.

"Yes you are, yes you are." Trowa said, talking the way Quatre talked to Dorothy on the phone. "Oh gimmie a kiss!"

The lioness licked his cheek.

"Oh, good girl...you're so pretty, yes you are, yes you are!"

"Trowa!" Catherine shouted, "stop flirting with the lionesses! Good grief, Trowa, you need to go on a date!" She put her hands on her hips and walked off.

"Don't pay her any mind," Trowa said to the lioness, "she's just jealous!"

Quatre took Dorothy to an ice cream shop, where she was eating a fudge sundae with 3 scoops of vanilla ice cream, lots of chocolate sprinkles, a long blanket of whip cream and a cherry while telling Quatre all about her dilemma. Quatre was enjoying a small chocolate shake. They were sitting in a booth in the corner, so it made their conversation seem more private. Quatre kept looking out the window while lazily sipping his shake and trying to hear Dorothy at the same time.

"And then, I was just minding my own business and I accidentally dropped all the papers on the floor!" she sobbed, "when I tried to clean up the mess, my manager said he was fed up with me and fired me then and there!"

Quatre nodded and sipped his drink, like he wasn't even listening.

"He wouldn't even give me time to explain! I was trying my best and then, Quatre, aren't you listening to me?" she demanded, putting down her spoon that had a large glob of ice cream.

"Yes, Dottykins," Quatre murmured, taking her hand, "I'm listening, I'm so sorry. He wouldn't even give you a second chance?"

"No!!" she put the spoon on her mouth, nearly choking on it because she was sobbing. "It wasn't my fault, it was an accident! There were just too many papers to make copies of and was running too many errands! I thought was getting the hang of it…" she jerked her hands up, flinging ice cream onto the floor from her spoon, "I can't believe I was fired….Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!" then she collapsed on the table, sobbing into her arms.

"There, there, sugar plum," Quatre said, calmly rubbing her shoulder and looking at the room. People were staring at her, "she just lost her job," he explained.

Then they nodded, showing sympathy. "Oh, how awful," some said.

"Now, look at me," Quatre said, "come on, look at me."

She reluctantly raised her head up, "I'm a failure, I couldn't even get those stupid mobile dolls to work!" Her lip trembled and said pathetically, "I can't do anything right!"

"Dorothy, stop it!" Quatre said, giving her a reassuring slap on the cheek, "you're no failure! You just made a mistake, that's all, everyone makes mistakes!"

"Yeah, but mine are more serious! I'm responsible for the deaths of many lives."

Quatre stood up and got on her side of the booth. She scooted closer to the window and put her head against the window, it was cold.

"Now, that was a long time ago," he put his arm around her, "I'm also responsible for some lives."

"That's different, you're a gundam pilot."

Quatre reached forward, taking her chin and turning it to him so he can look in her eyes. "Don't let it get to you, what's important is that you learn from the mistakes you make. You've learned your lesson on Libra, haven't you?"

"Yes, but I almost killed you."

"I lived, don't worry."

"Oh, hold me Quatre!" Dorothy shouted, throwing her arms around him and sobbing on his shoulder. "Hold me!"

Quatre shivered while patting her back, "there, there, I'll make it better. I'll fix it." (I like it when guys talk to me that way!)

"You're so wonderful, Quatre!" she mumbled, "you know how to make a girl feel special."

Quatre could feel everyone's eyes on him. He calmly took hold of her face and pushed it back, "listen, I told you I'll help you find a job and that's what I'll do!"

"Isn't that sweet?" an old lady said to her husband.

Quatre blushed, "are you finished with your ice cream?"

"Why, would you like some?" Dorothy said, wiping tears from her eyes, "you paid for it, anyway."

"Just the cherry."

She picked up the cherry, "open wide, Quatrekins!" She placed the cherry between his lips and he closed it, he jerked back as he pulled the cherry away. "Oh, you're so cute!!"

Quatre, still having a bit of cherry in his mouth, leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the kiss, her mouth tasting of ice cream and fudge topping.

"Excuse me," the waitress said, "I couldn't help notice but overhear your conversation, you say you were fired, honey?" she looked at Dorothy, who blushed and wiped her mouth.

"Y-yes, from that business down the road. I was a receptionist."

"Well, I don't think you noticed the sign, but we can use a new waitress."

Quatre leaned back, "told you I'd help you find a new job!"

"Really?" Dorothy mumbled.

"Yes, but you might have to cut your hair," the waitress said.

"My hair?" Dorothy touched it, "why?"

"It's kind of long, dear."

Dorothy shrugged, "sure, it keeps getting in my way anyhow!" she stood up, flinging her arm back, almost hitting Quatre in the face. "Oh, sorry, sweetie."

"'Tis okay," Quatre shifted out of the booth so Dorothy can get out.

Dorothy leaned forward and shook the waitress' hand, "my name's Dorothy, pleased to meet you, when can I start, is there anything I need to fill out?"

The waitress smiled, "I'm Hannah, I'll give you an application today and you can bring it back tomorrow." She took Dorothy behind the counter and handed her an application. "Now go and get a hair cut and come back tomorrow and then you can start working!"

"Oh, thank you!" Dorothy said, "I won't let you down." She grabbed Quatre's hand and pulled him out, "come on Quatre!"

"Uh, bye!" he said to the waitress, "and thanks!"

They were walking to the car, Dorothy excited as could be, "I'm so happy, Quatre!" she laughed, "I didn't think I could be a waitress!" she got in the passanger side and kissed his cheek, "and I owe all to you, my Arabian Knight!"

"Oh, I love you!"

"Love you more!"

"No, I love you more," Quatre said, bringing her close.

"No, I love you more."

"No, I love you more!" he kissed her lips while holding her tight. He put the top down like she had asked and took her home. When he got to his mansion, he contacted Jessica at the colonies, "hey, Jessica, it's me!"

"Quatre!?" Jessie said, "I can't believe it!"

Quatre tapped on the screen, it was fuzzy, "hey listen, come to the Earth. I have a friend I want you to meet."

"You want me to go all the way to Earth to meet someone?"

"Of course! Please say yes!" Quatre pleaded, "he's another gundam pilot."

"Is this a blind date, Quatre?" Jessica asked.


Jessica sighed, "well, what's he like?"

"He's kind of quiet."

"Hmmm, well, all right then. It's been awhile since I've seen you." She giggled, "so, is he cute?"

"Jessica! I don't know! You'll just have to come here and see for yourself!" Quatre blushed, "it's a blind date, remember."

"Oh, okay, I'll catch the next ship to Earth." (you don't hear that much nowadays!)

"Thanks, Jessica," Quatre said.

"Hey wait, what's his name?"

"His name is Trowa."

"Trowa huh?" Jessica said, "That sounds kinda familiar, well, I guess I'll find out when I meet him, huh?"

"See you, Jessica," Quatre said, "over and out." He pushed the power button and sat down behind his desk. He put his hands behind his head and his feet upon his desk. His phone rang, "hello?"

"Quatre, this is Trowa, so did you set up the date?"

"Yup, just now. She'll be here tomorrow."

"How am I supposed to meet her?"

"You have another circus performance right?"


"Well, this will be your grand stand show," Quatre laughed, "because I'll bring her there!" Quatre stopped laughing when he heard a thud, "Trowa, are you there Trowa? Trowa, helllooooo!"

Trowa moaned, "ohh geez, Quatre, why did I let you talk me into this? I can't perform infront of somebody I'm about to meet!"

End Part 1. Will Trowa have a fun date, or will it be a disaster? What had Quatre talked him into and will Dorothy have a succesful job? Part 2 will be up soon! And as usual, I don't' own Gundam Wing! Please R and R!