My Hubby is a complete and utter fool for Sunhawk's character
'Aleyah Winner', Quatre's sister, in the Ion Series. There's just something
about her that he simply adores, and since Sunhawk is in the midst of getting
the next part outlined and written, I wrote Hubby something to 'tide him
over'. This fic is 'Hubby Tested' and 'Sunhawk Approved'... Enjoy!
Title: A Day Without Sunshine (1/1)
Author: tkmaxwell777 - email@example.com
Fandom: Gundam Wing AC
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 1x2 implied, OC+OC
Warnings: Light Angst, Teasing, and OC POV
Archived: Yep! Thanks Tyr Fanfiction Section at GWA at www.gwaddiction.com
Bittersweet_Haven ML at http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/tkmaxwell777bhml/
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing AC or its characters. It is the
property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and any other affiliated
parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way
an official continuation of the original anime series. All underage characters
engaging in any sexual activity in my stories are considered Emancipated
Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be
read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships.
It is not meant to be a commentary on the political, social, or spiritual
ramifications of homosexuality. Content neither condones nor condemns any
of the lifestyles or views portrayed. I write these stories because of the
interesting dynamics between the characters and complex personality types
that inspire the exploration of relationships beyond friendship without
regard to gender or preference. I make no money doing this, so please do
not sue me for writing it. Constructive feedback is always greatly appreciated!
Notes: This story is inspired by my Hubby and dedicated to
Sunhawk. Aleyah Winner is Sunhawk's character, but Jamie Kellerman is mine
It was Thursday, and she always came in on Thursday. Her cultured
voice would ask, "Please get me an iced coffee, dear", or "Be
a pet and make me a nice warm Chai", or sometimes even "Darling,
I must have a double mocha latte immediately, or I won't be responsible
for my actions". The latter always indicated a particularly frustrating
day, chocolate the only obvious cure. She would take her indulgence and
then sit down at a table, sipping her drink and seeming to forget the rest
of the world – until someone noticed her. This almost always happened,
since she drew attention to herself as easily as she breathed. Once approached,
she would smile and flirt outrageously, using her unusual charm to enchant
and embarrass her admirers by turns. Of course, when she wasn't taking center
stage and entertaining the other patrons, she would flip through her huge
day planner, muttering about 'day jobs' and 'uptight artistes'. Every Thursday
was the same ritual... except today.
Jamie Kellerman, Cafe Espresso counterman, looked at the clock
with a worried frown. She was late. She usually came in between noon and
two. It was now going on four-thirty, and he was beginning to get concerned.
It wasn't unusual for the woman to meet people, but she never had those
kinds of appointments this late. The blonde was a stylish creature of habit,
and her schedule was never interrupted, or she would display her displeasure
quite openly. In contrast, she was kind to those below her in station, even
if she did enjoy good jokes at their expense sometimes. That was something
she indulged in often when it came to younger men, and that oddly endearing
trait had earned Jamie's admiration and chagrin equally since he was a willing
target during her visits there. It was the admiration that kept him dividing
his attention between counter, clock, and door, wondering how he could find
out whether or not the woman was all right if she didn't show up.
He sighed in relief as Ms. Aleyah Winner breezed through the
door, her skirt flowing with her steps. The little dog that was ever-present
with its mistress trotted in beside her, coming to heel when she stopped
at the counter. Jamie didn't know how the woman had talked the cafe manager
into allowing the animal, but the man had, and now the bit of fluff pranced
around the place like it held a partner's interest. Sometimes Jamie thought
the thing smirked at him.
The counterman's green eyes focused back on the woman as she
cried out, "Oh, darling! That new shampoo is working marvelously. Wasn't
Aleyah right? Of course, I was!"
"What can I get for you, Ms. Winner," Jamie asked,
his face flushing as brightly as his red hair. She had suggested a new brand
of hair care product a couple weeks ago, and since he was trying to get
The woman smiled at his discomfiture at first, but then patted
his hand on the counter soothingly. "He will notice sooner or later,
dear. Just give him time to figure it out. You're simply adorable, and he'd
be a fool not to see it." Her words surprised the young man, and he
ducked his head to cover his embarrassment, but Aleyah just laughed. How
had she known it was a 'he' that Jamie was interested in? Before he could
think about it too hard, the woman seemed to come back to herself and her
reason for being there. "I do believe I'll have a warm Chai,"
she said, and then added in a rather thoughtful voice, "What kind of
soda do you carry, pet?"
He was surprised once again and stuttered out, "Pepsi,
Diet Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew..."
"That's it!" She exclaimed, seemingly pleased. "Mountain
Dew. One of those, dear."
"Yes ma'am," Jamie replied and began filling her
order. He didn't ask whether whole milk or reduced. The woman had told him
a long time ago that when she treated herself, she wanted something decadent.
Smiling to himself, he mixed the Chai, but then his thoughts returned to
the soda. Was it for her or someone else? She didn't usually order something
for the people she met there, so it was odd indeed. The Chai was ready before
he could get up the nerve to ask her, so he grabbed the bottle of soda from
the fridge and gave both drinks to her, running her credit card and watching
that elegant signature appear on the receipt.
"Thank you, darling," the blonde woman said as she
beamed at him. Then, instead of going to her usual table in the middle of
the room, she headed to one by the door.
Jamie blinked – yet another change to the routine. He
was beginning to get worried again. He watched her open her planner and
felt the world right itself on its axis, but he was still left with a sense
of unease and began restocking the counter area to take his mind off of
the strange happenings. His green eyes surreptitiously observe the blonde
as she made notes, humming to herself while keeping an eye on the door with
an almost expectant look on her face. Jamie had just bent down to put cups
into their holders when the doorbell tinkled the announcement of another
Trying to focus on his job again, he straightened up to offer
a greeting, but Aleyah's voice called out first. "Oh, there you are,
pet! I was just wondering if you'd gotten lost. No? Well, you mustn't keep
Jamie took in the young man standing there, whose face was
turning a nice shade of red. The counterman couldn't help but sympathize
with him, especially since the other man looked about Jamie's age, though
that was where the similarities ended. Aleyah's 'date' sat down at the table
with the blonde woman, his voice low as he spoke. Aleyah was smiling at
him in an oddly affectionate way as she pulled the bottle of Mt. Dew from
the window ledge behind her. Her companion blinked then flushed again. Jamie
didn't know what to think about it. The young man – who had a braid
all the way down his back – was talking in muted tones still, so Jamie
couldn't hear their conversation. The redhead decided to clean the tables.
It wasn't his fault that the ones needing it were close by the only two
customers in the place.
"Oh, darling, you must let Aleyah take care of it!"
The blonde said rather loudly. "I already have the next event planned,
and it will be spectacular! You've sold more pieces than I dared hoped.
You should be excited, dear!"
The younger man seemed to have a permanent blush on his face
now. "I just... I don't know... you have to realize how... important
this is to me. I know you're doing it for... for your own reasons, but...I'm...
doing it because... it's not for me, okay? Do you understand that?"
Even Jamie could see the seriousness in the braided man's beautiful eyes.
"It's not about me. Ever."
Aleyah's voice softened as he reached out and took the young
man's hand, ignoring the way he flinched. "You mustn't worry, Duo.
I'll do all I can to help you get what you need."
Duo looked down at where elegant nails rested against his
palm. Jamie could see the scars there, and wondered what had happened to
put them there, as the braided man said softly, "I don't mean to sound...
ungrateful. I just don't want you to... don't take more than what I give
you, all right? Not ever again. That drawing of Heero... it never should
have been hung. If something like that happens again, I'll..." His
lovely eyes shone with a fierce determination that even Jamie could see.
"I'll quit without a second thought."
"I know," she said simply then sighed. "It
was just so powerful that I wanted to share it with the world. You do realize
how incredible it was, don't you? Your talent is amazing, pet!"
Duo shook his head. "Heero is the reason why it's so
incredible, not me." His expression turned guarded, almost protective.
"I won't share that part of him with anyone, not for any amount of
money, Aleyah. Don't ask me to."
Aleyah looked taken aback for a moment, but then her expression
cleared. "All right, dear. I understand. I wouldn't want to hurt your
Heero, anymore than I would Quatre's charming lover." She smiled softly
at that. "He is safe."
Duo nodded, some of the tension leaving him. "Okay. Just
as long as you keep it that way."
Jamie found himself smiling in response to the obvious reconciliation.
It was interesting to find out a little bit about one of Ms. Winner's 'artistes'.
Usually, these meetings were dull, but this one had piqued the redhead's
interest right from the beginning. Refilling the napkin holders, he continued
to listen to them.
"So, how is your Heero, darling?" Aleyah asked as
she took another sip from her cup.
The braided man had all but guzzled the bottle of Mt. Dew
already. He gave her a wary look. "He's fine."
"Finished his little case and is back home for a while?"
She inquired innocently, but Jamie recognized her demure smile. It normally
meant that she knew something the other person she was conversing with did
not think she did.
"How did you...?" Duo began, but then looked down
at the table. "The newscasts?"
Aleyah laughed. "Oh, pet, please don't look so sad! It's
not that bad."
The young man flinched. "It may be funny to you, but
there are people who will see this who won't understand."
They sat in silence for a few moments – Duo peeling
his bottle label, Aleyah toying with her cup, and Jamie wiping down the
same table he'd been at for five minutes – until Aleyah spoke again,
her voice filled with strong emotion. "Duo, I would give all of my
social status, all of my wealth, even all of my most precious possessions,
just to have the kind of love that you and your Heero offer each other so
freely. Don't be embarrassed by it, dear. Embrace it, and tell anyone who
doesn't understand what to do with themselves."
Jamie let out a surprised snort, but thankfully, Duo's bark
of laughter drowned it out. "Damn, Aleyah. Is there anyone that you
can't wrap around your little finger?"
The blonde woman's smile faltered for a moment, but she recovered
quickly, her breeding taking over again. "Not anyone worth mentioning,
pet. Now, why don't we discuss the auction? I have some fabulous ideas!"
The counterman took that as his cue to leave them to business.
He put the other tables in order in a much more timely manner before retreating
behind his counter again. About a half-hour later, he watched the braided
man, Duo, bid Ms. Winner goodbye and leave. Aleyah sat at the table for
a while after the young man's departure, an almost melancholy look on her
face. Jamie sensed that the woman needed something, and so he did what only
Jamie Kellerman, Cafe Espresso counterman extraordinaire could do.
Walking up to the blonde, he placed a large latte mug in front
of her, smiling at her shock. "On the house."
Aleyah Winner looked at the double mocha latte and gave him
the smile he'd been aiming for. "Thank you, pet."
Feeling like the world was right once again, Jamie went back
to work. When the blonde left with a bright farewell, he found the audacity
within himself to tell her to be on time next Thursday, earning a surprised
but pleased laugh that made his day complete. The memory of it would manage
to keep the dreary world somewhat at bay until next week. After all, a day
without Aleyah was like a day without sunshine, and Jamie liked to bask
in her light.
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