Title: Someplace Only We Know
Author: WickedGame
Genre: drama, fluff, AU
Pairings: eventual 1=2, 3=4, eventual 5xR
Warnings: lemon, lime, a little bastardization of Treize and Zechs (please don’t kill me!)
Notes: a fusion of Dirty Dancing and GW. This takes place in the Catskill Mountains sometime in the present. Beta read by Mel.
Heero Yuy was only sure of one thing as the car traveled down the road on an early summer morning: it was hot. It was sticky hot; the kind of hot that clung to your skin and made you feel like the weight of the heat was on you in layers.
The trees went by at a fast rate; almost too fast to appreciate the evergreens that covered the Catskill Mountains. Heero wished his father would slow down just a touch, maybe delaying their arrival at the Catskills Resort just a little.
Truth was, he wasn’t looking forward to the month they would be spending together. He had better things to do than yoga and learning to fox trot. There was his computer and the software programs he was writing, for one. For another there were the martial arts lessons he enjoyed and the gym he liked to work out at. But all of that had been put aside when his father had announced that they were all taking a vacation at the resort owned by his old friend, Treize Kushrenada.
The road to the resort was smoothly paved and narrow, lined with more of those beautiful evergreens before opening up to show a stately main house with cabins all over the surrounding area. People were playing volleyball in the sand pits, windsurfing in the lake, and there were even some people practicing tai chi on the lawn in front of the main house. Heero looked on with little interest, just wanting to get out of the car and stretch his legs.
The car stopped and the doors opened. There was a handsome man standing in front of them, dressed in a suit despite the muggy weather. Heero brushed his jean shorts off with his hands and went to open the trunk of the car.
“Doctor Yuy! I finally got you to come up here and visit us,” the man said, holding out his hand in greeting.
“Treize, it’s good to see you,” Mitsuki Yuy said, shaking Treize’s hand. “This is my wife, Misato and our children, Heero and Aemi.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Heero said stiffly as he held out his hand. He wasn’t good with crowds, wasn’t good with people, and definitely didn’t like the slightly oily way Treize Kushrenada moved. It was too smooth.
“Beautiful children, Mitsuki. But they’re not exactly children anymore, correct?”
Mitsuki shook his head. “Heero’s eighteen as of a month ago. Aemi’s still seventeen, but she doesn’t have far to go.”
Treize looked behind him and gestured toward the car. “Trowa, Quatre, get their bags and take them to cabin eleven.”
A tall brunette with hair covering half his face and a shorter blonde with sparkling eyes stepped forward both dressed in the resort’s uniform of khaki shorts and green polo shirts.
Heero reached into the trunk and began to lift out the bags with them, not content to let a couple of minimum wage workers do all the work when he was just as capable.
“Hey, thanks,” the blonde said, holding out his hand. “I’m Quatre.”
Heero wiped his hand on his shorts before grasping the blonde’s. “I’m Heero.”
The brunette held out his hand and Heero shook it.
“If you don’t quit lifting twice the luggage we do we might lose our jobs,” he joked, holding onto Aemi’s largest suitcase.
“It’s not in me to let other people carry my things,” Heero confessed. “It’s not something I’m used to.”
“Well then, let me lead the way,” Quatre said cheerily as they started to walk.
It was dusk before the Yuy family had everything unpacked and put away. Heero took a look at Aemi and his mother playing solitaire and his father reading before declaring that he was going up to the main house to look around.
His father glanced up. “Meet us at eight for dinner, all right?”
Heero nodded and slipped out of the cabin, almost jogging up to the main house. The evening air was still muggy enough to leave a layer of sweat on his skin and Heero wished that he was back home, where he could take his shirt off and toss it aside.
He walked around the perimeter of the house and then up onto the veranda. From here he could see the dining room, and all the waiters there, dressed in white. Treize stood in front of the group, looking authoritative and not as warm as he had earlier that day. This was the business side of Treize Kushrenada, the side only his staff got to see. Heero hid in the shadows so that he wouldn’t be seen and watched as the boss did his job.
“Now, I went out of my way to hire all of you from some of the finest colleges and universities I could find. Why did I do that? Because you’re smart. I shouldn’t have to remind you that this is a family place. Families are here to relax and have fun but, we want them to come back. So keep your fingers out of the water, your hair out of the soup and show the kids a good time.”
The waiters looked at one another and Treize snapped. “All the kids. Even the ones you’d rather not even get close to. Show them the terrace; show them the golf course at night. Let them see the stars. Romance them any way you like, just so long as they keep coming back for more. But nothing else, you got that?”
The quiet in the room was broken when a group of dancers came walking through, an amazingly good-looking man at the forefront. Heero only noticed one thing at first and that was the long braid down the man’s back, brushing his ass. He sucked in a breath and sunk further into the shadows.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the entertainment,” Treize said scornfully.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our boss,” the braided man said coolly.
“Listen, you have your own rules. Teach them whatever they pay for you to teach them but that’s where it ends. Keep your hands off!”
The waiters broke apart to continue their work. The instructor stared daggers at Treize’s back and then turned, only to bump into one of the waiters.
“You got that straight, Duo? What you can and can’t touch and all that?”
Duo glared at the college boy and smiled wickedly. “Why don’t you go back to putting pickles on everyone’s plate and leave the hard stuff to me, hmm?”
Heero buttoned up his shirt and pulled on his dinner jacket. Ties weren’t required but the jackets were and so he wore one. He tried to tame his hair somewhat and pulled on a pair of dress shoes before walking up to the main house to join his family for dinner. He was already late after taking up so much time watching the waiters and that amazing man.
They were sitting in the back of the restaurant and were talking to Treize when Heero showed up. Mitsuki and Misato smiled at him as he took his seat while Aemi studied her reflection in a spoon.
“Heero, Aemi, this is your waiter, Robbie Marks. He goes to medical school in New York City, don’t you Robbie?” Treize pointed out.
“Yes sir,” Robbie replied as he set down four water goblets and filled them with the pitcher in his hand.
“These people are my special guests. Please, give them whatever they want,” Treize instructed before making his way back towards the front of the dining hall.
The meal was eaten in almost total silence, that was, until Treize came back to their table, a younger blonde man in tow. Heero noted his long, sleek hair and thought to himself that the brunette he’d seen earlier had more beautiful hair by far.
“Mitsuki, this is my assistant, Zechs Merquise. Zechs, this is the Yuy family. Doctor and Mrs. Yuy along with their children, Heero and Aemi.” Treize clapped Zechs on the shoulder. “Zechs is going into hotel management in the fall!”
“Need someone to take over the reins here for you one day, right Treize?” Mitsuki joked before gesturing towards Heero. “Heero here is in computers.”
“Oh,” Zechs commented dryly before turning to Heero. “Graphic design? Computer animation?”
“Software design actually,” Heero replied.
“Would you like to go and watch the band with me, Heero?” Zechs asked, flashing a smile at Treize.
“He’d love to!” his father answered for him and Heero sighed, wishing his father would butt out. He stood and followed Zechs to the dance floor, where they stood along the perimeter.
“And this is our own Chang Wufei!” an announcer’s voice rang through the speakers and the curtain spread to reveal the band leader; a short, but attractive Chinese male with a slim baton in his hand. He smiled uncomfortably before leading the orchestra into a sinfully pulsating mambo beat.
The floor cleared and Heero looked over the crowd to see that the brunette man with the braid and a young, blonde woman were in the middle of the dance floor, moving sensuously with one another to the mambo beat.
“Who are they?” he asked Zechs, who was watching with a touch of disinterest.
“The dance instructors. That’s Duo Maxwell and his partner, Relena Peacecraft. They’re here to keep the guests happy.” Just then, Duo threw Relena in the air and caught her somewhat sideways, the pair showing off brilliant smiles. Zechs sniffed. “They shouldn’t be showing off like that. That’s not the way to sell the dance lessons.”
Just then, Mitsuki showed up at his son’s elbow. “How’re things going, you two?”
“Fine, Dr. Yuy. Just fine.” Zechs replied, draping an arm companionably around Heero’s shoulders. “I was just about to ask Heero if he’d help with the games tonight.”
“Sure he would!” Mitsuki beamed with pride at his son and Heero sighed. He loved his father but sometimes the man just didn’t know when to shut up.
Author: WickedGame
Genre: drama, fluff, AU
Pairings: eventual 1=2, 3=4, eventual 5xR
Warnings: lemon, lime, a little bastardization of Treize and Zechs (please don’t kill me!)
Notes: a fusion of Dirty Dancing and GW. This takes place in the Catskill Mountains sometime in the present. Beta read by Mel.
Heero Yuy was only sure of one thing as the car traveled down the road on an early summer morning: it was hot. It was sticky hot; the kind of hot that clung to your skin and made you feel like the weight of the heat was on you in layers.
The trees went by at a fast rate; almost too fast to appreciate the evergreens that covered the Catskill Mountains. Heero wished his father would slow down just a touch, maybe delaying their arrival at the Catskills Resort just a little.
Truth was, he wasn’t looking forward to the month they would be spending together. He had better things to do than yoga and learning to fox trot. There was his computer and the software programs he was writing, for one. For another there were the martial arts lessons he enjoyed and the gym he liked to work out at. But all of that had been put aside when his father had announced that they were all taking a vacation at the resort owned by his old friend, Treize Kushrenada.
The road to the resort was smoothly paved and narrow, lined with more of those beautiful evergreens before opening up to show a stately main house with cabins all over the surrounding area. People were playing volleyball in the sand pits, windsurfing in the lake, and there were even some people practicing tai chi on the lawn in front of the main house. Heero looked on with little interest, just wanting to get out of the car and stretch his legs.
The car stopped and the doors opened. There was a handsome man standing in front of them, dressed in a suit despite the muggy weather. Heero brushed his jean shorts off with his hands and went to open the trunk of the car.
“Doctor Yuy! I finally got you to come up here and visit us,” the man said, holding out his hand in greeting.
“Treize, it’s good to see you,” Mitsuki Yuy said, shaking Treize’s hand. “This is my wife, Misato and our children, Heero and Aemi.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Heero said stiffly as he held out his hand. He wasn’t good with crowds, wasn’t good with people, and definitely didn’t like the slightly oily way Treize Kushrenada moved. It was too smooth.
“Beautiful children, Mitsuki. But they’re not exactly children anymore, correct?”
Mitsuki shook his head. “Heero’s eighteen as of a month ago. Aemi’s still seventeen, but she doesn’t have far to go.”
Treize looked behind him and gestured toward the car. “Trowa, Quatre, get their bags and take them to cabin eleven.”
A tall brunette with hair covering half his face and a shorter blonde with sparkling eyes stepped forward both dressed in the resort’s uniform of khaki shorts and green polo shirts.
Heero reached into the trunk and began to lift out the bags with them, not content to let a couple of minimum wage workers do all the work when he was just as capable.
“Hey, thanks,” the blonde said, holding out his hand. “I’m Quatre.”
Heero wiped his hand on his shorts before grasping the blonde’s. “I’m Heero.”
The brunette held out his hand and Heero shook it.
“If you don’t quit lifting twice the luggage we do we might lose our jobs,” he joked, holding onto Aemi’s largest suitcase.
“It’s not in me to let other people carry my things,” Heero confessed. “It’s not something I’m used to.”
“Well then, let me lead the way,” Quatre said cheerily as they started to walk.
It was dusk before the Yuy family had everything unpacked and put away. Heero took a look at Aemi and his mother playing solitaire and his father reading before declaring that he was going up to the main house to look around.
His father glanced up. “Meet us at eight for dinner, all right?”
Heero nodded and slipped out of the cabin, almost jogging up to the main house. The evening air was still muggy enough to leave a layer of sweat on his skin and Heero wished that he was back home, where he could take his shirt off and toss it aside.
He walked around the perimeter of the house and then up onto the veranda. From here he could see the dining room, and all the waiters there, dressed in white. Treize stood in front of the group, looking authoritative and not as warm as he had earlier that day. This was the business side of Treize Kushrenada, the side only his staff got to see. Heero hid in the shadows so that he wouldn’t be seen and watched as the boss did his job.
“Now, I went out of my way to hire all of you from some of the finest colleges and universities I could find. Why did I do that? Because you’re smart. I shouldn’t have to remind you that this is a family place. Families are here to relax and have fun but, we want them to come back. So keep your fingers out of the water, your hair out of the soup and show the kids a good time.”
The waiters looked at one another and Treize snapped. “All the kids. Even the ones you’d rather not even get close to. Show them the terrace; show them the golf course at night. Let them see the stars. Romance them any way you like, just so long as they keep coming back for more. But nothing else, you got that?”
The quiet in the room was broken when a group of dancers came walking through, an amazingly good-looking man at the forefront. Heero only noticed one thing at first and that was the long braid down the man’s back, brushing his ass. He sucked in a breath and sunk further into the shadows.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the entertainment,” Treize said scornfully.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our boss,” the braided man said coolly.
“Listen, you have your own rules. Teach them whatever they pay for you to teach them but that’s where it ends. Keep your hands off!”
The waiters broke apart to continue their work. The instructor stared daggers at Treize’s back and then turned, only to bump into one of the waiters.
“You got that straight, Duo? What you can and can’t touch and all that?”
Duo glared at the college boy and smiled wickedly. “Why don’t you go back to putting pickles on everyone’s plate and leave the hard stuff to me, hmm?”
Heero buttoned up his shirt and pulled on his dinner jacket. Ties weren’t required but the jackets were and so he wore one. He tried to tame his hair somewhat and pulled on a pair of dress shoes before walking up to the main house to join his family for dinner. He was already late after taking up so much time watching the waiters and that amazing man.
They were sitting in the back of the restaurant and were talking to Treize when Heero showed up. Mitsuki and Misato smiled at him as he took his seat while Aemi studied her reflection in a spoon.
“Heero, Aemi, this is your waiter, Robbie Marks. He goes to medical school in New York City, don’t you Robbie?” Treize pointed out.
“Yes sir,” Robbie replied as he set down four water goblets and filled them with the pitcher in his hand.
“These people are my special guests. Please, give them whatever they want,” Treize instructed before making his way back towards the front of the dining hall.
The meal was eaten in almost total silence, that was, until Treize came back to their table, a younger blonde man in tow. Heero noted his long, sleek hair and thought to himself that the brunette he’d seen earlier had more beautiful hair by far.
“Mitsuki, this is my assistant, Zechs Merquise. Zechs, this is the Yuy family. Doctor and Mrs. Yuy along with their children, Heero and Aemi.” Treize clapped Zechs on the shoulder. “Zechs is going into hotel management in the fall!”
“Need someone to take over the reins here for you one day, right Treize?” Mitsuki joked before gesturing towards Heero. “Heero here is in computers.”
“Oh,” Zechs commented dryly before turning to Heero. “Graphic design? Computer animation?”
“Software design actually,” Heero replied.
“Would you like to go and watch the band with me, Heero?” Zechs asked, flashing a smile at Treize.
“He’d love to!” his father answered for him and Heero sighed, wishing his father would butt out. He stood and followed Zechs to the dance floor, where they stood along the perimeter.
“And this is our own Chang Wufei!” an announcer’s voice rang through the speakers and the curtain spread to reveal the band leader; a short, but attractive Chinese male with a slim baton in his hand. He smiled uncomfortably before leading the orchestra into a sinfully pulsating mambo beat.
The floor cleared and Heero looked over the crowd to see that the brunette man with the braid and a young, blonde woman were in the middle of the dance floor, moving sensuously with one another to the mambo beat.
“Who are they?” he asked Zechs, who was watching with a touch of disinterest.
“The dance instructors. That’s Duo Maxwell and his partner, Relena Peacecraft. They’re here to keep the guests happy.” Just then, Duo threw Relena in the air and caught her somewhat sideways, the pair showing off brilliant smiles. Zechs sniffed. “They shouldn’t be showing off like that. That’s not the way to sell the dance lessons.”
Just then, Mitsuki showed up at his son’s elbow. “How’re things going, you two?”
“Fine, Dr. Yuy. Just fine.” Zechs replied, draping an arm companionably around Heero’s shoulders. “I was just about to ask Heero if he’d help with the games tonight.”
“Sure he would!” Mitsuki beamed with pride at his son and Heero sighed. He loved his father but sometimes the man just didn’t know when to shut up.
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