by Xirtam
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters or the song Who's Your Daddy or Toby Keith. Gee, I really don't have much at all.
Quatre gazed around the room trying to keep an open, pleasant, smile on his face. Honestly, these charity dinners were so boring, he'd much rather face fifty mobile suits than another rubbery chicken dinner. Not that he had much choice, at such a prestigious event the Winner heir was expected to be there.
"It's not that bad Quatre," an amused voice said close to his ear.
He turned, "Miss Noin! Its good to see you! Is Zechs with you?"
She sighed, "No, he's on a mission." The dark-haired woman looked both sad and worried as she spoke.
Quatre smiled tiredly, "I understand completely," he told her. "Do you suppose anyone would notice if we just left early?"
Noin chuckled, "Me, they wouldn't notice. You however....the press would notice."
"The press wouldn't notice if I went over and shot them. They all think I'm just a spoiled rich boy living off my inheritance."
"Really?" Noin sounded amused. "If you have been just a spoiled rich boy all these years, may I ask who was piloting Sandrock then?"
Quatre grinned, "I'm not sure. We trust fund kids don't concern ourselves with battles and war and stuff."
Noin laughed outright, "So they don't know the real you. Isn't that what you want?"
Quatre nodded, he spent a great deal of time making sure his personal life did not end up in the tabloids. A thought occurred to him. "Miss Noin," he said slowly, "I think I know a way we can get out of here, if you don't mind deceiving everyone a bit."
Noin's eyes sparkled merrily. She had almost forgotten her early fears. "What do I have to do?"
"Just sit there," Quatre said as he got up from the table. "And follow my lead."
Quatre headed off to the corner of the room. After speaking quietly to the band leader, he took the microphone from its stand and returned to stand just in front of Noin. The crowd attending the dinner quieted immediately, while the press readied cameras and tape machines.
The band leader started, and Quatre brought Noin to her feet pulling her to the centre of the room. Beginning his song, he walked in a circle around her looking at her approvingly.
(Quatre)
Here you come knocking on my door baby
Tell me what you got on your mind?
Quatre stopped in front of Noin again and half shrugged, rolling his eyes towards the cieling.
(Quatre)
I guess those college boys all went home for the summer time.
He reached out and took Noin by the hand, turning her in a slow circle in front of him.
(Quatre)
And you're lookin' right, lookin' good, lookin' like a woman should
So why is it so hard to find
A place to lay your pretty little head down once in a while?
Noin fluttered her eyelashes at the former pilot as he stopped to shake a finger at her.
(Quatre)
You run on a little tough luck baby
He waved his hand, dismissing that.
(Quatre)
Don't you sweat it
Quatre gestured off to the side as though his home was beside them.
(Quatre)
Everything is waiting inside for you,
You know I got it,
So come and get it
Quatre motioned with his hands, for Noin to "come and get it." Noin giggled as he caught her around the waist, spinning her around the dance floor.
(Quatre)
Who's your daddy, who's your baby?
Who's your buddy, who's your friend?
And who's the one guy that you come runnin' to
When your love life starts tumblin'?
Noin heard the gasps from the assembled crowd as Quatre stopped spinning to look at her in a unbelievably lecherous fashion.
(Quatre)
I got the money if you got the honey
Let's cut a deal, lets make a plan
Who's your daddy, who's your baby?
Who's your buddy, who's your man?
Quatre pulled Noin close, almost waltzing with her.
(Quatre)
You might have run on a little tough luck baby
Don't you sweat it. Everything is waiting inside for you.
You know I got it, so come and get it.
Quatre subtly turned them towards the doors.
(Quatre)
Who's your daddy, who's your baby?
Who's your buddy, who's your man?
On the last word Quatre pulled Noin out the door and the two of them ran for his car, like the hounds of hell, (or the press) were after them.
Once safely in the car Noin began to laugh in earnest. "That was wonderful Quatre," she said, wiping her eyes. "But you realized that you just reinforced your "rich boy" image."
Quatre nodded, concentrating on the road. "Of course, now they'll think we're an item." He glanced at Noin as he spoke.
"I'm sure they will for a day or two at least. But thats fine. Zechs still isn't totally comfortable with the idea of *not* being dead yet. Once he is, well, people will figure out who I'm really with soon enough." Noin leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes.
They rode in silence for a bit before Noin spoke. "I'm betting I'm the only one who wasn't fooled by that little act."
Quatre looked at her quickly, "What do you mean?" he asked
"Trowa's on a mission for Preventer's isn't he," she answered softly.
Quatre gave her the same tired smile as before. "Am I that obvious?"
Noin reached over and patted his arm, "Only to those who care about you. He'll be fine, you know. Trowa can take care of himself."
Quatre brightened, "You're right. Of course he can. He'll be fine." Returning his attention to the road, they drove on into the night.