Opening Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing, nor any of the characters, places, or anything else mentioned therein. If I did I would be stuck writing this fanfic because I would have T.V. Asahi producing it into episodes right now. Please do not sue me, as I am broke until I return to work, and then I will probably remain penniless. Anyways. Onto the fic.

A Fall From Grace

Part one:

Heero gently laid his hand upon the forehead of a young man lying on the bed before him. "He has an elevated temperature of approximately One hundred and five degrees. His skin is clammy and he is starting to show symptoms of experiencing chills." He removed his hand from the forehead and looked over the young male once more, then noted grimly, " And there's a definite lack of skin pallor."

Next to Heero stood a young man of similar age and build, and despite having experienced most of the traumas of war first hand, a single look into this youth's sky blue eyes would tell you otherwise. In fact, his eyes often spoke of sheer joy in every simple thing around him. To guess that he was a former Gundam pilot was simply impossible. "Hmm." was all he managed to sigh, as he sorrowfully watched the man on the bed, who bore an expression of sheer pain one his face. // He suffers even in his dreams.. What has he done to deserve this? Nothing.. Oh. I'm so sorry.. Please forgive me for not noticing sooner. // He chastised himself mentally for only a moment before a voice from the corner of the room interrupted his thoughts, it owner giving him a knowing look.

"We did all we could Quatre. There's nothing else you could've done, so there's no point in blaming yourself." The taller boy claimed as he moved from his spot over to stand behind the young man, wrapping him in a comforting hug. "You mustn't blame yourself... none of us had noticed, nor could've expected this would happen." He said into the boy's wheat blonde hair. Though, despite his words of comfort aimed towards Quatre, his forest green eyes also fell upon the suffering man on the bed as he offered up his own silent apologies.

Heero continued his observations. "He's lost a lot of weight as well." // What in the hell has happened to you? //

" He told us that he hasn't been eating very much, too little time for meals with the work he's been doing." Trowa offered as an explanation. " Although I got the feeling it was more like 'I don't have the appetite to eat'." At this he fell silent not moving his gaze from the figure on the bed.

Quatre noticed Trowa's tension but was unsure of the reason behind his koi's apprehension, so he addressed it cautiously, ".. And?"

".. He passed out the other day." Trowa said with a resigned sigh. He did not want to mention this in front of his lover.

"What?" Heero suddenly snapped his attention up to the slightly taller and older man, his cold cobalt blue eyes shining a fierce intensity of concern. His gaze was a considerable weapon in itself as it had instilled fear into many other people, Trowa however, didn't even so much as flinch under the look he received from Heero.

" He. Passed out?" Quatre's breath caught in his throat as this new revelation fell upon him. At this point all traces of joy that may have been hidden lurking deep within his blue eyes turn to a deep sorrow and deeper concern for the well being of the youth before him. Turning in Trowa's arms to look him in the eye he asked, his voice barely audible, "When?"

Trowa sighed yet again; he had wanted to keep this to himself until his love had left the room. It hurt him deeply to see such sorrow in Quatre's eyes. Despite all the horrors and atrocities the young blonde has seen and experienced during the war, he was still innocent, still pure. Something Trowa wanted desperately to protect.

"When did he pass out Trowa? Answer me." Heero's words were cold and fierce like his eyes. They weren't said with the usual calculated monotone that he was used to hearing from Heero, instead a passion burned behind them. They also promised excruciating pain if he didn't meet Heero's demand and answer the question. However, Trowa hesitated. "Answer the question. Now." Heero demanded, once again driven by passion.

With one final resigned sigh, Trowa started slowly," .It was when Quatre had gone out to buy food." He paused, remembering the event with intense clarity. " Him and myself had been sitting in the living room discussing what several different topics... One of which was being his state of health. Shortly before Quatre returned he went for the kitchen. He said he needed a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water, I offered to get them for him, but he refused saying it wouldn't be fair to make his guest do something he could easily do on his own." Yet another pause to let every piece of information sink in. "He collapsed in the hall. I was surprised, to say the least. After that I moved him to his bed and Quatre arrived back only about five minutes later." With another sigh he looked towards Heero, whose attention had once again turned to the source of his ever-growing concern.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Quatre asked, his eyes now shimmering with tears and worry, as well as confusion as to why his koi would've kept this a secret from him.

"You were worried enough, Quatre." Trowa answered, avoiding looking him in the face. It hurt him to see those tears that were bound to be in his lover's eyes. Then again it had hurt him to keep secrets from his lover and even more to add to his worry. However, his explanation was quite true. Quatre had spent almost his every waking moment since arriving at the man's house worrying about the host.

~Flash back~

-Knock Knock-

The young man came down the stairs to the front door taking the steps two at a time, somewhat confused and more so on edge. // Who in blazes would be at my door at eight thirty in the morning without calling first?? // As he cautiously opened the door he gasped in surprise when he saw that the rude visitor s were none other than his old friends Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton.

"Quatre? Trowa? What are you two doing here?" // How in blazes did you find me? //

"We've decided to pay all our old friends a visit. Right Trowa?" The blonde smiled as the older boy only nodded in silent agreement, something of a smirk on his face.

// He did it. He tracked me down. Should have found a better place to hide. // "Well is that so?" The man in the door asked, allowing a small grin to form on his face. // It's always nice to have company, so long as I'm rid of you both in a week. //

"Sure is." The blue-eyed boy chimed, his smile growing, if such a thing were possible.

"Then come on in. I was just getting breakfast ready." The man said moving to allow his new guests in. // I was not expecting this. //

~End of Flashback~

"Do you know how long he's been like this?" Heero asked, not turning his attention away from the pained figure on the bed, which shifted in his anguished sleep. Not being the one to accept his emotions easily let alone reveal them, his expression was impassive, and nearly cold.

"It's hard to tell. But it does appear to have been quite a while.. Possibly to the point of while he was still with us a couple months ago." Trowa answered as he tightened his embrace on the blonde in front of him a little, imagining how he would feel if it were them in this position. "How bad does it look, Heero?"

"It's pretty serious.." // In fact. I think he's dying. // "Has he seen a doctor?" Heero asked. His concern only growing more at the answer he received.

" I don't know.. I doubt it. He's a stubborn guy Heero. He'd fight seeing a doctor any way he can." Trowa answered. "Quatre?" he asked, looking to the boy still in his arms. "Would you mind going and calling a doctor?"

"Not at all. I'd be glad to, Trowa." Replied the young Arabian, glad to be able to do something useful. "Just promise me you'll let me know if anything changes?

"I promise." Answered the taller boy, his green eye not hidden by his hair knowing something that Quatre didn't. After Quatre left the room he turned to look at Heero. "You're really worried, aren't you, Heero?"

Heero sighed as he turned his gaze down towards the floor, slumping his shoulders as well. "It's my fault Trowa." He said in a soft tone of voice that was almost inaudible. However Trowa heard it. "You two had a fight I'm guessing?"

"Hai." Came the resigned response, in Heero's native language. And it was a well-known fact among the five ex-gundam pilots that if Heero used his native language of Japanese, he was upset about something. And his answer was one of confirmation. There was indeed a fight, a huge one. "Why wasn't I called sooner?" he asked, this time a hint of sorrow also apparent in his voice.

Trowa noted the quick attempt to change the subject, something to be expected from any of the others but not usually Heero. However, not wanting to push things, he decided to accept the change of topic, as the indirect subject was more important anyways. "We got a hold of you as soon as we could." He offered. "You aren't the easiest guy to track down, Heero." With this he gently sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Heero, who remained slumped in the chair next to the night table. He placed a hand gently on Heero's shoulder and causing the boy to tense up. "Listen, Heero, There was nothing you, any of us could do about this. Okay? All that matters now is that we're here and we help him."

Heero relaxed and looked once more at the person on the bed as he muttered under his breath. "Ninmu ryokai." The figure shifted again. Heero then looked at Trowa with a look of determine now shining in his eyes with concern. However there was also a glint of something else - fear? ". Does?" He started to ask quietly.

"No." Came Trowa's answer. "He doesn't know yet. Now how about I go and get us some coffee from the kitchen and I'll see when the doctor will be here and if Quatre can get a hold of him. Okay?" Trowa rose and waited to see if Heero wanted to discuss anything else. Heero just nodded a bit with a comment on how that'd be nice, so Trowa left.

As soon as Trowa closed the door Heero reached out tentatively and gently grabbed the young man's hand. The man shifted once more and Heero's thoughts went reeling through his head, a hundred miles a minute as the expression of agony on the face of the boy on the bed intensified briefly. // Oh gods. What's wrong with you? How could this have happened? How could you let this happen? No. It's not your fault. It's mine. How could I let this happen? It's my entire fault. I'm sorry I drove you away. I'm so sorry. You were right; I am a stubborn, stuck up prick. I should've listened to you. Oh, Duo, I'm so sorry. Can you possibly forgive me? //

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Okay folks, I would like to take this moment to let you know that this is my first fic EVER, and would appreciate your reviews, good, bad, or otherwise. Now I am off to work on Chapter 2 and consult my only beta willing enough to help me here. Please feel free to leave any suggestions as to what you think should happen later. Until later.