Edge Of Heaven
Disclaimer: At this point, you know the story's mine and the characters aren't. 'Nuff said.
Author's Notes: Final part...YEAH!! Also, some language warnings. Extreme fluff. I mean, extreeeeeme fluff. And angst. If you don't like angst, leave now. Of course, if you don't like angst, I don't know how you made it this far in this fic. Hm...
"Where's Dorothy?" He asked as he heard the door close when Calypso left. "Is she asleep already?" He continued, looking worried. "How could I have forgotten about her?" He berated himself out loud.
Mirei looked down, as if sad. "Well, Quatre, she left. Right after we read the will."
"Oh shit..." Quatre muttered, running a hand through his hair. He looked up to the surprised faces of his sisters and blushed immediately. "Sorr--" he stopped himself, mouth open. Why was he apologizing? Why hadn't they taken care of her? Why did she leave? He didn't realize he'd vocalized these thoughts until Mirei spoke again.
"It's my fault, Quatre," the blonde girl said quietly. "I--we've never gotten along, and after you disappeared, she hung around for a while. But then we found the will and, um, I, that is, we, sent her away."
"How dare you? How dare you?" Quatre hissed, standing and actually looking threatening at his full five foot eleven stance. His voice was hoarse as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "I may be back...I may not," Was all he said as he slammed it shut behind him.
Duo opened the door.
"Hey, Q-man!" He greeted the blonde man warmly. "Welcome back!"
"Yeah, hi," Quatre said roughly, shoving past the other man into the warm main room. It wasn't snowing yet, but it was going to start soon and it was cold. Trowa and Heero sat at opposite ends of the sofa, Trowa tinkering with something, Heero typing rapidly at the laptop. At the table sat Wufei, midsentance and Calypso, playing cards. He blinked in surprise, and turned to the room at large.
"Have any of you any idea where Dorothy is?" He asked bluntly.
"No, Quatre. You mean she's not at your home?" Trowa asked worriedly, mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to care for Dorothy after Quatre 'died', but he's left her to Relena, who'd been doing a better job anyway. Quatre was shaking his head.
"No," he said, his voice barely audible as he plopped roughly down on the sofa. "She left right after the will was read." He was thinking uncertainly. The others were talking, but he didn't hear their hurried words.
"Quatre?" Trowa was speaking to him, he realized.
"You don't suppose Relena might know, do you?"
"Yeah, she might," he said slowly, not moving.
"I suppose it's too late to call now. You can call in the morning," Trowa said. "For tonight, there's an extra bed in my room, if you want to stay there. Wufei already gave his bed to Calypso and will be spending the night on the couch." Despite Wufei's scowling, Quatre found himself wondering in the back of his mind. He nodded numbly and headed for the stairs.
Later, as the two lay, trying to sleep, Quatre suddenly found his mouth open, words pouring out. "What if it _was_ an insurance scam? What if she left after she found out I was dead and she didn't get anything and forgot about me?" He wondered out loud, his thoughts rocketing around his mind. Shooting. Like stars. She loved the stars. Shooting stars. No, concentrate.
"Quatre, I need to tell you something," Trowa said softly, coming over and sitting down on the edge of the blonde's bed.
"What is it?" He asked, blinking tears back. Dorothy? Scamming him? Just thinking about it hurt.
"After you disappeared, Dorothy tried to kill herself."
"Good lord!" Quatre cried, sitting straight up. "She's ok, right?! Tell me she's ok, Trowa!"
"Of course she's fine. Relena found her in time. She was pregnant, Quatre."
"No, silly. Dorothy. She had a son. Your son."
"I have a son?" Quatre's eyes poured tears forth, salty waterfalls surging down his cheeks, sliding between his lips, where he could taste them. He nearly relished the taste of his joy. "What's his name? What does he look like? How old is he? Is he healthy? Is Dorothy ok with it?"
"Well, his name is Tobias. Tobias Catalonia Winner. He has your eyes and Dorothy's hair...your eyebrows, too. I was elected his godfather," Quatre nodded here. "Dorothy loves him. I don't think I've ever seen a mother more in love with her son."
"Father...I'm a father..." he murmered. After a moment, he turned to Trowa, his face resolute in the pale moonlight. "I have to find them. I'm calling Relena first thing in the morning."
"Quatre? You're alive?" Relena asked in disbelief. She sat down, hard.
"How did you know it was me?" He asked.
"I recognized your voice...Quatre! She was right!" Relena said. She kept repeating, "Quatre...she was right..." until Quatre interrupted.
"Look, Miss Relena, it's not that it's not nice to talk to you and everything, we'll have to see each other some time, but whe--where is Dorothy?" He asked trying to keep his eyes from tearing up again.
"Of course!" Relena said, gathering her lost wits. "I'm going over to her house this afternoon; you can come then. How's that?"
"That's great! Thank you, Miss Relena!"
"You do know about, um, er..."
"I guess you do. Did you know that Trowa's the godfather and I'm the godmother?"
"No, I mean, yes, I knew about Trowa, but not you."
"Yeah, well...oh damn, I have to go, I have a meeting to attend. I'll see you this afternoon...Pargan should be there to pick you up in two hours." She hung up the phone and giggled.
He looked at the house. It was smaller than something he would've expected her to have. It was tiny, in fact, but with lots of land around it, right by the sea, that huge gold car repaired and in front of the house. Dorothy came out, smiling. Just as he remembered her, long flaxen hair blowing in the wind, clad in a pale blue sundress and barefoot despite the cold. Her eyes were the only difference. While they were the same blue-grey color of cornflowers that he remembered, they were the way he remembered them during the war. Her eyes were cold.
"Relena!" Dorothy cried as the other woman climbed out of the car. They embraced and Dorothy had taken two steps towards the house when she realized that Relena wasn't following her. "What is it?" She asked, almost anxiously.
"Dorothy, I have something for you."
"Oh?" Dorothy raised one of her strange eyebrows in surprise. "And whatever could that be?"
Relena's only reply was to step aside from the door. Dorothy watched, trembling, as a foot and leg appeared, dark blue clad and in a leather shoe. It was followed by the other leg, and the rest of a body. Dorothy's shaking eyes wandered up the body of the man in front of her and she cried out in disbelief.
"Quatre?" She asked slowly. "I knew you were alive...I knew it...they--they--they laughed, but I--I knew..." She had lifted a hand to her mouth, also trembling. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to kiss those lips. She was shaking so bad now he was afraid she was going to fly apart. And then she was in his arms, his lips on her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips. "Oh, I've missed you," she said softly into his shoulder.
"I missed you too, Dorothy. It's been a long time. Too long."
"Yes. It has," suddenly she was the old Dorothy. The war-time Dorothy he remembered all too well. Zero System Dorothy. His wound began to ache of its own accord.
"Dorothy?" He looked at her carefully, as if he could see the sudden rage bubbling up inside of her, threatening to cut off her breathing, her face as calm and serene as it always had been.
"How dare you?" She hissed. "How could you let me think you were dead for so long? Dammit, Quatre! You bastard! You left me alone! Have you any idea how much I missed you? How much I longed for you?" She had begun the trembling again and he ached to hold her and tell her he'd never let go again. "You lied to me, you bastard!" She had completely forgotten Relena at that point. "You were just like him! You left me...just like him. How dare you be so much like him," and suddenly, she was back in his arms, sobbing into his shoulder, saying his name in her soft voice. He nodded to Relena, who climbed back into the pink limo and drove off, leaving the two their peace.
"I've missed you," she said from within the circle of his arms.
"I missed you too. So much," he kissed her eyelids. They were silent for a moment. "He's so beautiful."
"He takes after his father," he blushed. She laid the baby gently down in the crib and shut the door behind her. "You'll never leave me again?"
"Of course not. I promise not to leave you again. I'll try not to let you down," he said softly.
"Good, 'cause I'll make you regret it." They both laughed.
"Now, Mrs. Catalonia-Winner, shall we make up for some lost time?" He waggled his eyebrows at her as she took his arm.
"It's Miss Dorothy. And yes." The door to the bedroom shut behind them.