Sapphire Eyes
Chapter 10: How May I Direct Your Call?
By: Liewe
Standard disclaimers apply, Yanisha is the only personality I claim to own, and even then she is based on my late Great Aunt.

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"Quatre," Noin called as she caught sight of Quatre disappearing behind one of the nameless dunes, which littered the desert landscape.

Quatre, paused for a moment in hesitation, had he heard Noin calling his name? No, that wasn't possible; she was speaking with Zechs in her tent, possibly journeying with Zechs far far away from him.

"Please, wait," Noin called again, as she spurred her mount to go faster through the grasping sand.

Quatre halted; surely his mind couldn't be playing tricks on him now. He wasn't being fanciful was he?

"Thank you," Noin gasped as she stopped along side Quatre and his horse, sweat running in rivulets down the sides of her face. "It's hot out here, I never realized how hot the desert actually was."

"You should go back," Quatre said, concern dripping off each word as he automatically handed Noin his canteen. The desert was a cruel teacher to the inexperienced; often they did not survive its lessons.

"We need to talk, we won't be interrupted out here," Noin insisted stubbornly, refusing to heed his sensible advice

"Noin," Quatre began, before catching a look at the determined glint in her eyes, sighing he shook his head in resignation. "There's an oasis in that direction, there's shade there," Quatre offered pointing in the opposite direction of the comforts of his desert home.

"I have so much to say…" Noin whispered as slowly they began the short ride to the awaiting shade of the oasis.

The waving green fronds of the palm trees looked completely out of place to Noin’s tired eyes. The heat obscured her view, but already it seemed like an emerald, precious and delicate. The cool water lapping at the grassy banks, twinkling on the wind, the sound soothing to frazzled nerves, and tired hearts. The shade was inviting, it was calling to her as she slipped from the saddle to wade into the cool crystal blue water. The liquid running against her legs, soaking the material of her pants.

Quatre watched patiently from the sidelines as Noin cooled herself. In her mind she couldn’t help but compare him to Zechs, she smiled, as always he seemed to be superior. Just the way he had given in to her, and his patient amusement as she content herself with the water. He was her Desert Prince; all she had to was convince him.

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"Preventer Headquarters, how may I direct your call?" The nasal voice said assaulting Yanisha's ears.

"Hello, my name is Yanisha Winner, could I please speak with Midii and /or Trowa Barton."

"Midii Barton here, how can I help you," Midii said, not glancing at the vid screen as she continued to type up her reports.

Yanisha paused for a moment, regarding the fall of platinum hair, which occupied most of the small view screen. "My name is Yanisha Winner, Quatre Winner is my nephew," Yanisha began with a soft smile creasing the corners of her mouth.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Midii said turning around to face the older woman, "well we're kind of meeting each other though it is only electronically." Midii clarified with a giggle.

She couldn’t believe she was opening up to this strange woman, but it felt so right. The kindly visage instilled her with thoughts of what her mother would have been like. Miles away she could tell that Yanisha and Quatre were alike. They were caring. The same expression marked their eyes, though Yanisha’s were emerald, they still held the tinge of motherly concern, and love.

She was so happy that Quatre had someone like a mother to look after him. Everyone needed someone to care for them, in her mind.

"You're right, the ramifications of this new era of technology are rather large. But, well... I wanted to say thank you."

"Thank you," Midii questioned, as she twirled a pen in a delicate hand.

"For all you and Trowa have done for Quatre, I never realized what exactly my brother had done to the poor boy until this morning. I know that you two care for him, I overheard your earlier conversation." Yanisha admitted ruefully, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

"We only want Quatre to be happy, Ms. Winner," Midii said softly, all traces of humor gone from her voice. "He's cared for Noin for so long, and now he finally has a chance to win her over, we wanted him to have the best possible opportunity to do that."

"Well, thank you, I've been away too long, I'm glad that he has such kind and caring friends, have a good day," Yanisha said with a smile as she terminated the connection.

"You too," Midii whispered to the blank screen.

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Relena sat curled on her sofa, a book in her hands and her feet tucked underneath the hem of her nightgown. She sighed, brushing back a stray strand of pale wheat hair, as she glanced at the clock.

6:55 am, almost time to get ready for another taxing day at the office.

"Miss Relena," came the soft and soothing voice of her faithful servant and friend, Pagan. "You're brother is on the phone."

"Milliardo?" Relena questioned, gracefully rising from her comfortable seat, her nightgown billowing around her ankles as she stepped forward.

"Yes, Miss Relena, it is your brother Milliardo," Pagan repeated to the excited girl as he hid a smile behind his bushy mustache.

Relena dashed from the room, skidding on the marble as she ran for the phone, her excitement at contact from her brother doing away with the graces of a lady. Her laughter echoed through the halls as she ran past a startled Heero Yuy, and an amused Duo Maxwell.

"Milliardo's on the phone," Pagan explained as he followed sedately in Relena's wake, a twinkle in his old eyes.

"Ah," Duo said with a skeptical look towards his partner as a muscle twitched in Heero's cheek.

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~To Be Continued...

AN: Gomen, it was short, I know, but it served a purpose, plus if I had continued then I would have crammed in the talk, and then it would have been rushed, and that wouldn't have been good ne? If I don't get long winded there will be one more chapter and an epilogue, but things are always subject to change.