All The Right Reasons

This is NOT AU. Well, it does require a little rethinking of the whole series, and I'm going by the fact that EW never happens, or at least not the way it does in the actual movie.

I don't own them, and I'm just having fun, so don't sue me or anything.

This is a 3x4 fic, and I'm throwing in a little bit of hinting at 1x2 just for the yaoi fans. Yeah. You heard right. This is not AU, it is 3x4, and it is mainly het. Can you guess what's going to happen?

There will be eleven chapters exactly. Why? Becasue I'm going by the Nickleback album here. eleven songs, although they're not in the order they are on the CD. And even though the songs really have nothing to do with the chapters... some don't even really fit that much.

Warning... the rating might go up for later chapters.

Side Of A Bullet

"And in the wake of his mistake, so many lives are broken..."

Trowa had not left his side. They'd barely made it down to the hospital on Earth... Quatre had almost died. But he was stable now... for the moment. And Trowa had firmly planted his chair next to the bed, and had not moved it in seven hours. Damn that Catalonia girl! No amount of pain or suffering or emotional turmoil excused her actions. Not even the zero system was a good enough excuse for what she'd done to Quatre... at least not in Trowa's eyes.

He didn't really know what his feelings for the blonde were, but he knew they weren't normal. Trowa had never thought of himself as anything other than straight. But every day within the presence of the sweet Quatre made him question that. He felt a definate attraction. Physically, mentaly, emotionally. But he most certainly didn't understand it.

He barely glanced up when the nurse came in, followed by Duo, Heero, and Wufei. They were all growing close, and he felt a special bond with each boy... but nothing comparing to what he felt for the pale blonde laying nearly lifeless on the hospital bed. He loved Quatre, he guessed. That was the only word to describe how he felt. Love.

"How is he?" Duo asked, running his violet eyes down Quatre's bundled up form.

"Fine, I guess," Trowa replied. "Stable at least." He looked at the nurse. "Right?"

The nurse seemed a little distracted as she began checking fluid levels in the IV, checking the level of the oxygen that ran in a clear tube up to Quatre's nose, checking the various wires connecting the young boy to the life sign monitor.

"Oh, Ms. Winner will be just fine in a day or two if we can find a blood donor that matches her type. Just give a few hours for the medications to wear off, and a little time to..."

"What?" Heero asked, interupting. He tone was so cold, so abrupt, the nurse looked up at him, her brown eyes confused.

"I don't know what you mean, sir," she said politely.

"You said 'Ms. Winner,'" Wufei pointed out. "You must have the wrong room. This is Quatre Winner's room. That is a boy right there."

Each Gundam pilot nodded in succesion, until finally the nurse looked around, then at Trowa.

"I'm sorry, but I think you must be mistaken." She picked up the file. "Quaterina Raberba Winner. Age 15 years. Birthday December 12. It's all on the file we pulled up using her DNA." She looked from the file, to Quatre, then to Trowa, whom she knew hadn't left the room, and had been the one to carry Quatre into the hospital. Something suddenly dawned on her, and she stared at Trowa.

"Surely... You knew, right? I mean... you know her. You were the one to bring her in, carrying her. We... all the nurses on duty... we thought it was romantic. We thought you were her boyfriend. Don't tell me... don't tell me you thought she was a boy!"

Trowa didn't speak... he was finding it hard to beleive what his ears were telling him. That was exactly what he had thought.

"You... You lie!" Duo gasped, eyes wide.

She looked startled. "Most certainly not! I was in the operating room! Trust me, I know. The person lying in that bed is a fifteen year old girl!"

The whole room was silent for a moment as the nurses words started to sink in. And then Rashid burst into the room.

"Master Quatre!"

"SHHH!" The nurse might have been distracted, but it didn't dull her ingrained response when someone yelled in a hospital room.

Rashid bent his huge, burly frame over the bed, dwarfing the small body that lay there. He gently brushed pale hair away from a pale face.

"Rashid," Trowa asked, his voice painfully weak, uncharacteristically emotional. "Please tell this nurse that..."

"How is she?" Rashid whispered, daring a glance at the nurse and completely ignoring the former clown

"You know her?" The nurse asked. Trowa gulped, finding it suddenly hard to breath. Duo was staring at Quatre in openmouthed shock. Heero was unreadable, and Wufei looked a little confused.

"Yes... I am her legal guardian. I'm supposed to take care of her. It hasn't been an easy task... and I find her gone more often than I find her close."

The nurse nodded. Nothing could surprise her at this point.

"Very well then. Mr. Barton here has filled out some of the paperwork, but we will need you to finish it. Most of her information we gathered from her previous records. Does... does she have any blood relatives? It is imperative that we know this... we need to find someone with the same blood type. She's lost alot of blood. And it may not be possible to save the kidney. She may need a transplant"

Rashid nodded. "She has some sisters, but they're not close right now. I don't know of anyone else with her blood type." He looked at Trowa.

"What about one of you four? She talked about you so much. Surely one of you would be willing..."

"I don't have Quatre's blood type," Duo frowned, finally recovering enough to think rationally. "No matter wheather she's a girl or a boy... I'd give anything to save him... her... God knows she's saved my life enough times. But I know I don't have the right blood type. She's pretty rare."

Heero nodded. "I only have one kidney. I am a universal donor, though. But I can't help her."

"Wufei?" Duo turned liquid indigo eyes to the young chinese man.

He shook his head. "I am anemic," he said with an almost sad shrug. "I don't know if we're the same blood type... but there would be an eighty-seven percent chance that my blood would just make it worse."

Heero looked at Trowa.

"Trowa. You are the same blood type. I read your file. You could save her."

Trowa looked up, and Heero was surprised to see tears in the clown's emerald eyes.

"He lied. He lied to me. I... I thought..." Trowa stood up, glanced down at the young man... young woman... on the bed. I loved him, he screamed silently. I thought he loved me. "It was all a lie!"

And then he turned and left the room.

Author's Notes: A little OOC for Trowa, I think, towards the end. And it requires thinking about the whole series in a different light. But it'll get better. I hope! But remember, this isn't exactly an AU. And oohhh... Will Trowa save Quatre? Or will he forget her?

Read and let me know what you think.