Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Lingering Questions
“I just don’t understand it!! How can a woman suddenly be sterile by a mere slip of the foot!?” The Yuy glare. “I thought you were supposed to be the best JESSICA!!!”
As Quatre predicted, his living room was filled with concerned family and friends. Nearby Danie was shaking her head at her husband’s fury.
Jessica glared at the Yuy male.
“Don’t go blaming this on me, Yuy. I’m just as confused as you are.” A growl from him made Jessica roll her eyes. “ Danie you better calm down your husband before—“
“We get the picture.” Danie pulled at her husband’s jeans, making the man plop right beside her on the love seat. She was so not losing her husband to Jessica’s anger.
“She is alright is she?” Jennifer’s worry echoed their own. “Can we–?”
Quatre shook his head. “She’s sleeping. It’s best to keep it that way for now.”
They talked like that for well over two hours, well mostly the women. The men, sans Duo, were always silent during these family meetings. There were no bullet holes in Crys’ body nor was there any poison. Moira suggested Crys’ body might have been preparing itself for her cycle (of which no one needed explanation, the boys knew that time all too well with their own wives. They had a hiding place for THAT day of the month, including Quatre who still blushes at the mention of it.); when she tripped it could have caused a ripple effect in her body.
It seemed stupid but it was really all that made sense. Still though, it was weird even for their group where weirdness was a daily part of their lives.
Promising to meet in a few days, Quatre bid them all goodbye. After reassuring Heero for the third time that there was no need to blow up the floor, Quatre closed the door, sighed behind it. Gathering the last of his mental strength he went to the phone to call his children. They were going to be worried as well.
He was just about to dial the first number when a tanned hand stopped him, took the phone from his grasp. For a man well into his sixties, Rashid was still ever faithful to his master’s household. He had made sure there was food and drinks for the family visit, made sure his mistress was not disturbed. Truly Rashid was a wonderful friend.
“She will need your remaining strength.” Rashid told him. “Go now, I will tell your daughter and sons of the developments.”
Smiling at the old magunaut, Quatre nodded. “Thanks Rashid…” Shaking his head, he headed up the stairs. “This is almost too strange even for the others.” He looked at his long time friend. “Are you certainly she merely fell?”
Rashid nodded his gray hair.
“I saw it with my own eyes, Master Quatre. She fell.”
Trusting his words Quatre spoke no more on the matter, he had something or rather someone more important to think about at the moment.
As silently as physically possible he opened his bedroom door, closed it behind him. Sleeping in the same spot he left her in was his wife, though tear lines had appeared now.
She was crying in her sleep.
Knowing what he had to do he let his tie fall to the floor, his shirt following its path revealing the white wife beater he usually wore underneath. Pants soon followed his shirt though the white boxers remained. Slipping into bed beside her he took her in his arms.
The moment she felt his warm did she wake. Eyes of different blue hues met for a long moment.
There was no need for vocals, merely a soothing touch. Knowing he wasn’t going to leave, that he was going to protect her, soothe her from her nightmares, Crys pulled her husband closer. She breathed in his scent of sandalwood as she heard humming. It was the song he always used to help her sleep.
Closing her eyes she let his voice, his presence wipe away her fears, her worries.
Little did the two lovers know of the eyes that watched them. Silently, Rashid closed the door to his master’s suite and crossed his arms. As he walked down the hallway he pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number he knew by heart. The phone rang, once, twice before a voice called out on the other end.
Passing a window, Rashid watched as the front gardener weeded and watered a bush. A pause and Rashid quickened his pace down the hall.
“It’s starting.”
