| A Picture's Worth... Pairings:6X9, 3+9? Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Words: about 400 Written for the GW500 challenge "Doubles" Walker took a moment to breathe and glance behind him. He was almost safe. The young pilot peered cautiously around the next corner. The gray corridors of the base were deserted. He checked his ammunition levels one more time and made a run for the other end of the compound where he jerked open the door to a back staircase. Walker pulled the door shut behind him and darted up the stairs to the one room where he knew he would be safe. Once there, he shut this door as well and leaned against it to regain some measure of calm. It was short lived. "Put your hands where I can see them and turn around slowly." Walker cursed silently and did as he was bid. He certainly didn�t trust her to spare his life now. He put on his most charmingly repentant expression and did his best to ignore the weapon aimed at his chest. "Hey, Lu, c�mon. It was a joke. You�re not really gonna use that on me�?" "Give them to me now," Lucrezia Noin held hand and voice steady as she stared down the traitor. He was not a match for it. Walker reached into his jacket and removed a photo that he handed to her reluctantly. "ALL of them." He hesitated only long enough for Noin�s gun to aim at a slightly more sensitive location and pulled another photo out of his boot and a third from a pocket of his pants. Noin took them, gestured him out of the way with her gun and left him there to ponder how narrowly he had avoided a painful and humiliating death. * * * "That�s all of them," an exhausted Noin handed a stack of photos to her lover. She stretched out on the couch and covered her eyes with one arm. "I can�t believe I let you talk me into this in the first place. Do you have any idea how many people could have seen them? I would have been lucky to get off with just a loss of rank� Are you even listening to me?" Zechs Marquis stood shuffling through the pile, each picture a different angle of a carefully posed and very naked Noin. "Um, Noin� I ordered doubles�" * * * Trowa Barton sat back in his seat and admired his handiwork. A photographic collage now decorated the ceiling of the Heavyarms cockpit. |