This is a fic about Trowa and Quatre. They have not hooked up yet, but they both have feelings for the other. PG-13 because of shounen-ai, language, and slightly mature themes- nothing obscene, just some stuff that people under thirteen would probably be better off not reading. That said, please R&R! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys. I don't own the G-boys. I don't own the G-boys.

/Trowa's thoughts/
*Quatre's thoughts*

Just Ask

It was late. Trowa wondered where Quatre could be. He hadn't been around all day. /He's probably just reading in his room./
Trowa put down his book and got up. His long strides quickly brought him up the stairs of Quatre's mansion to the small boy's room. Trowa slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to disturb anyone. He peered inside. Quatre was slumped over on his bed. In his hand lay a bottle of aspirin. Trowa, expecting the worst, hurried over to Quatre's bedside and picked up the bottle. /Empty!?! It was full yesterday! Oh, my, he's overdosed!/ Trowa quickly went to Quatre's phone and called the hospital. In minutes an ambulance was in the driveway where Trowa was gently holding his friend. The bishounen's labored breathing and slowed heartbeat were the only reassurances Trowa had of Quatre's life.
"Please don't die," whispered Trowa in a soft voice. /I love you too much for that to happen./
A single tear slid down Trowa's cheek aa he gave Quatre to the paramedics. Trowa climbed into the ambulance after his friend and the ambulance sped off towards the hospital.

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Trowa was sitting in Quatre's hospital room by his bed. Quatre had severely overdosed, but in a couple of days he would be fine. He did, however, have to stay in the hospital for a week for observation.
"Quatre? Quatre, can you hear me?", Trowa asked as he absently gripped the blonde Arabian's hand and gently stroked his hair. How he wondered what had possessed the angel to attempt suicide.

"Hnnnnnnnnn... Where am I?" Quatre mumbled.

/He's awake!/ The tall pilot's hands quickly drew away from Quatre. "In the hospital."

"Why?"

"You overdosed."

In a blur, the previous day's events came flooding back. "Trowa, I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because I tried to kill myself."

"..."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Not really. Go back to sleep."

Quatre rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes. *I'm sorry, Trowa. I was scared, and I didn't know what to do. Please forgive me.*

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"Trowa? Are you there?", Quatre asked, sitting up, feeling much better.

"Yes."

"We're here, too, Q-man!" proclaimed Duo.

Quatre looked around. Trowa, Heero, Duo, Wufei, and Rashid were there to see him.

"Are you alright, Master Quatre?" inquired Rashid, frantically.

"Yes, I'm fine Rashid."

"Here," whispered Duo as he smuggled some chocolate,"is some *real* food."

"Thanks, Duo."

Heero and Wufei handed Quatre cards and told him that they hoped he felt better. Quatre knew that Duo had probably forced them to do that, and of course, he was right.
Quatre noticed that Trowa was just sitting in the chair by his bed, deep in thought. He wanted to talk with him.

"Why don't all of you leave now. I mean, you probably have better things to do. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, it's just..."

"Okay, whatever you say!" Duo projected as everyone exited the room. Trowa got up and started to leave. Quatre grabbed his arm.

"Except you, Trowa."
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