Title: Language

Author: Sybil Rowan

Pairing(s)/Characters: No pairings/ story involves Nikol, Colonel Une, and Trowa Barton

Rating: K

Summary: Nikol is irritated that Lady Une and Trowa have chemistry, leaving him out in the cold.

Warnings: none.

Author's Notes: This is written for the 'FicTicTacToe' community on Live Journal. My competitor is my hubby, WingedPanther73. We're posting these to our Live Journal blogs. My prompt is "#2 Language."

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is owned by Bandai Sunrise.

Beta Reader/ Opponent: My wonderful hubby, WingedPanther73.

Word Count = 418

August 7, 2010 07:41pm

"Very acute observation, Trowa," Colonel Une said after a crafty smile came to her lips. "I'm grateful to your vigilance."

The green-eyed teenager nodded stiffly. Nikol was irritated that Trowa didn't respond appropriately to Colonel Une's compliment. He was even more irritated that she had lavished praise on the boy he really didn't deserve.

Nikol snapped, "When a superior officer addresses you, boy, you need to show proper deference! That means saying 'Thank you, Ma'am' when she decides to pay you attention!"

Trowa didn't flinch. Only one eye was visible; Nikol couldn't tell what was on the circus tramp's mind, which infuriated him beyond his initial irritation. Every other L-3 recruit had the good grace to quake when he chewed them out, not this one.

He sneered at Trowa and said, "Apologize to your superior!"

"Nikol! It's not necessary. Trowa and I speak the same language. His respect is understood," Colonel Une said, placing a hand on Nikol's elbow. She then turned to Trowa. "Dismissed, but I will expect you for breakfast tomorrow. I want you briefed on my next trip to L-5. It's a very tense situation that requires a delicate touch. One, I believe, you're well suited for."

"Ma'am," Trowa acknowledged, saluted, turned, and walked out of the hanger bay.

"But, Colonel, I thought that was my assignment," Nikol said, seething in ill concealed wrath.

"You don't use soft enough language to communicate His Excellency's ideas to spaceniods." Colonel Une's expression turned from kindly to harsh. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses. "Besides, I have another assignment more appropriate for you."

Nikol puffed out his chest, threw a crisp salute, and said, "Anything, Ma'am!"

"Good," she said softly, getting that crafty smile once again.

The insult was almost too much to bear. He opened another folder and scanned the contents. He bellowed, "Next!"

"Sir," Chavis said, rushing into Nikol's office, giving him a firm salute.

"Colonel Une has assigned me a task that needs to be handled quickly."

"Yes, Sir. What does the Colonel need?"

Nikol felt heat come to his face as he glared up at the lanky, Lake Victoria graduate. He cleared his throat, tugged at his collar, and slammed the folder down. "We're to plan a welcome party... for the L-3 recruits and their families."

"Excuse me, Sir? Are you sure about that?"

"Don't question me, Chavis! Just do it!"