GW belongs to Bandai, and the lyrics below belong to the song "Trying", written by Jason Wade and sung by Jason Wade and the band, "LifeHouse". I claim no ownership, and make no money.

OH YEAH.. remember...this is a Papa Zechs spin off... so... if you haven't read it.. you might want to go back and read it. Other wise, you won't understand about the iron bars...

Deep Play, Chapter Six - Creative Problem Solving

by Caliko

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Could you let down your hair, and be transparent for awhile

Just a little while to see if you're human after all

Honesty is a hard attribute to find when we all want to seem like we got it all figured out

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Chang Wufei stood under the oak, looking out off of the ridge at the city below. He couldn't remember ever being this angry! Not when his wife died in battle, nor even when his colony was destroyed.

:::She willfully hid this from me!::: he silently raged, clenching his fists. :::And what if something happened? What would she have said if she miscarried? Would she have denied everything, even as she bled his child from her womb?:::

His chest hurt, torn between the anger he nursed, and the love it came from. He knew why she hid the child from him. She wanted him safe. It didn't make it right, but, it did make it easier to understand. Now, he just had to wait for the anger to ease.

He bent down and picked a rock up off of the ground. Pulling his arm back, he sent it flying through the air, watching as it bounced off of the rocks below.

Wu had to decide where to go from here. Sally would not be returning to the Cecil investigation, not even in the van with Trowa. If they were fired upon, that crazy woman would break cover and try to rescue him. He groaned, realizing just what life had in store for his future.

Getting back onto his bike, he turned the key, and sat there with it running for a few minutes. His beeper vibrated against his belt. Looking down, he noted the phone number and turned the pager off.

:::Hmmph.. You'll see me soon, Sally.:::

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The next day:

"Did Zechs and Noin call?" Wu asked Lady Une, grabbing the keys to the jeep.

"Yes. They said that Sally made it there, and everything is ready for you. Care to explain?"

"Not really. Just be prepared for Sally to start her maternity leave today." He smirked, thinking of the upcoming brawl that he would soon instigate.

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Noin poured more iced tea into Sally's glass before she sat down across from her at the table. Casually, she glanced up to the open window over head, watching for her husband to give the signal.

Her backup lay on the two man float, too content in their newly found matrimonial bliss to really be any help to her when Wu showed up. Hearing the cooing that was coming from the middle of the pool, Noin sputtered, choking, and almost missed her husband.

He looked out the window, and glanced at her, his head cocked in question. Following her gaze, he almost fell out himself. Noin could only hear them, but from upstairs, he could see it all. Duo and Hilde would be no help.

Shaking his head, he caught his wife's gaze, and jerked his head, letting her know that it was time.

"Um.. Sally, I really think that we should go inside." Noin said, blushing as the newlyweds got louder. They had long since given up on interrupting them. Neither of them had any shame.

"You think?" Sally smirked, her eyes still closed as she soaked up the sun. "It sounds like it's just getting... interesting."

"Yeah, well, that's what I'm afraid of." Noin laughed involuntarily. "Somehow, I don't remember being that.. eager when Zechs and I got married."

"Hmmph! Trapped on a Martian base with nothing else to do in the middle of the night? Noin.. I'm surprised you didn't come home a mother!" She teased. "C'mon. It IS getting a bit embarrassing out here."

She got up and tied the floral beach wrap over her bathing suit, then followed her best friend out of the patio and into the house. They were brought up short by the sound of Wu cursing upstairs.

"Chang, If you don't leave it alone, I'm going to drag Sally up here!" Zech's voice floated down to them.

"Go away and mind your own business. This thing has been on long enough! It ITCHES!" Wu said, smirking as he heard the clip clop of his woman's heels on the stairs. They came closer, until, they finally reached Wufei's room.

The monitor showed Sally looking around the room for him, with her hands on her hips, her face set for battle. She was in the center of the room, too far from the door to escape. Chuckling evilly, Wufei pushed the button, enjoying the look of shocked rage that appeared on her face.

"CHANG WUFEI! YOU LET ME OUT!"

"Don't worry, Woman. We'll get you out of there. Of course.. there IS a slight problem. The locksmith can't get here until AFTER Bethany Cecil is in custody. So sorry."

"CHANG! I mean it!"

"Hmmmm .. I love you too, Sally."

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Cecil Corporation, the next day

"Mr. Chang. I see you're alone today." Bethany Cecil noted, not even trying to hide the cold hatred in her eyes. "I'm surprised that Ms. Po isn't with you."

"Ms. Po is no longer with us." Wu replied, returning her chill attitude before he sat down at his usual seat.

"Aren't you glad? I had heard that she has become a rather sharp thorn in your side."

Her snide remarks were really getting on his nerves!

"Ms. Cecil, I always take care of my thorns. Trust me, Ms. Po has been taking care of. Now, if you don't mind, this is my last day here, and I would like to end it as soon as I can."

"Oh? You mean, I'm also getting rid of a thorn, Mr. Chang?" Her eyes lit up, nearly projecting enthusiasm.

"For now, Ms. Cecil. For now."

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"Roger? Yes.. I think his name is Rasheed. Yes. I want you to hire him to exterminate. I have rats in my rose garden."

The delicately manicured hand laid the phone back in it's cradle. Walking over to the mirror, she raised her hand to her face, carefully blending an imperceptible flaw in her makeup. Then, straightening the gray silk suit, she picked up her briefcase, and left the office, the business like clip of her walk echoing against the empty hallways of Cecil Corporation.

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Stretching forth in our imagination,
there lies a path to greatness.
Besides it lay the road of mediocrity.
Which path shall you take?
Travel with me, on the path of greatness
Stretch out your dreams
and pull them into reality.
Head not the safe road,
the one that tempts you with stabilty
What use is living without risk?