by Rachel
Further proof that I am on crack. Hope this isn't too excessively weird. Bast, this is for you, because you liked the idea.
Trowa blinked in the bright sunlight and pushed his bangs out of his face absently, all his being intent on the subtle drama unfolding a few yards away.
Wufei and Dorothy faced each other. Trowa could see the girl's blue eyes, full of wintry clouds and inscrutable as ever. She wasn't smiling. She meant business. Trowa could not see Wufei's expression, but the tautness of his muscles suggested determination.
But determination to do what? To come through for his teammates and bring them home, or to betray them and maybe win this alluring, corrupted girl?
Shifting his gaze momentarily from Dorothy and Wufei, Trowa glanced at Duo and Heero and saw their apprehension mirrored his own.
CRACK.
The sound rent the air. Trowa bolted forward, dust churning behind him as he ran with breakneck speed. So narrow was his concentration that he tripped over the plate and was sent sprawling. He lay there, dazed, until, a few moments later, Duo, then Heero, and finally Wufei crashed into him.
At the pitcher's mound, Dorothy was shrieking. Zechs cast his glove down in anger.
"Home run!" Quatre, Hilde, and Relena shouted as they hurried from the dugout to assist their entangled teammates.
8/12/03