Me: Hey! Look it's my first official Gundam Wing story, and yeah! Look!
Story!
Derek: I think she's lost it.
Kayla: I thought Ezri already did.
Jason: Can we have a vacation?
Me: Sure why not! Till this story is finished, Derek, Jason, Tala and Tatiana are all on vacation.
Tala: YEAH!
Tatiana: Meh.
Kristen: Mistress Of Anime does not own anime.
Me: If I did, then I would of seen more than the last 4 episodes of it! Though I'm obsessed with it!
~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~
~Prologue~
Quatre sighed deeply as he walked along the crowded streets, late holiday shoppers struggling to reach the stores before they all closed on Christmas Eve. All he wanted to do, more than anything, was to go home.home to Trowa.
Trowa.
Now that all wars seemed gone and distant, and the ideal of peace embedded into people's hearts and minds, the Gundams: Wing Zero, Deathscythe, HeavyArms, SandRock and Altron had all been long destroyed. Only 2 years, and each of the Gundam pilots were free to live as they chose. Though, as of recent, Quatre and Trowa hadn't heard much from the other 3 pilots; they were more than happy just to have each other.
Quatre shook his head slightly; it was amazing how much work needed to be done by the Head of the Winner Family; even on Christmas Eve.
Wanting out of the cold and crowded streets, Quatre decided to take a short cut though the alleyways that laced the city; unaware of the shadowy figure that seemed to be following him lost in his own world of thoughts about the past, present and future.
The man smiled inwardly as he watched the blonde slip into the passage and swiftly moved to follow; he blended almost entirely into the shadows, a cloth damped by chloroform in one hand.
Quatre stopped for a brief moment thinking someone was behind him, not hearing any footsteps behind him; Quatre just shrugged it off and started walking again.
The stalker took his chance and grabbed at the Winner, pulling up against his body, arms wrapped tightly around him. Quatre tried to shout out for help, but he soon fell limp as he inhaled the scent of the white cloth.
Smirking to himself again, he easily lifted the 19 year-old, and slipped away into the night..
~*~
"Where is he? Quatre is never this late coming home." Said a worried Trowa to him-self. Looking at the mounted clock for about the 100th time that evening.
"If he is gets stuck at his office, he normally calls if he's going to be later than his." He continued, trying to get over his apprehensive feelings, 'He's probably fine. He got along fine before me.' Trowa's train of thought broke off at the sound of the phone ringing.
"Hello? Quatre?" Asked Trowa picking up the phone before the second ring, but he was disappointed with woman's voice that responded.
"Good evening," Said the ostensibly pleasant woman on the other end, "Is this Trowa Barton?" she asked.
"Yes it is." Said Trowa in a somewhat irritated way, thinking it was some telemarketer calling people for a silly x-mas fund.
"This is General Hospital calling," Trowa's heart skipped a beat over those words, and another at the ones that came next. "Do you know anyone by the name of Quatre Winner?" she asked, her voice becoming more professional sounding.
"Yes, he's my boyfriend, or if significant other if your uncomfortable with gay relationships." Stated Trowa bitterly, wishing the woman you just hurry up and tell him what happened.
"Then maybe it is best that you should come down to the hospital then. The doctor will meet with you when you get here." Was all she supplied.
After receiving the floor and room number for Quatre, Trowa hung up the phone in shock, gabbed a coat and rushed out the door of their apartment.
~*~*~*~ Me: Well there you all go. I would like to thank, ReddAlice every much for beta-reading this for me. And all the encouragement, and tips you gave me for writing things out.
Kristen: What are you going to do? You have no muses except for Driger 2 and me.
Me: ~Similes evilly~ Oh, I have a plan..
Kristen: Please R+R! All comments are welcomed, as flames will be used to cook Treize, and MOA's brother.
Derek: I think she's lost it.
Kayla: I thought Ezri already did.
Jason: Can we have a vacation?
Me: Sure why not! Till this story is finished, Derek, Jason, Tala and Tatiana are all on vacation.
Tala: YEAH!
Tatiana: Meh.
Kristen: Mistress Of Anime does not own anime.
Me: If I did, then I would of seen more than the last 4 episodes of it! Though I'm obsessed with it!
~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~
~Prologue~
Quatre sighed deeply as he walked along the crowded streets, late holiday shoppers struggling to reach the stores before they all closed on Christmas Eve. All he wanted to do, more than anything, was to go home.home to Trowa.
Trowa.
Now that all wars seemed gone and distant, and the ideal of peace embedded into people's hearts and minds, the Gundams: Wing Zero, Deathscythe, HeavyArms, SandRock and Altron had all been long destroyed. Only 2 years, and each of the Gundam pilots were free to live as they chose. Though, as of recent, Quatre and Trowa hadn't heard much from the other 3 pilots; they were more than happy just to have each other.
Quatre shook his head slightly; it was amazing how much work needed to be done by the Head of the Winner Family; even on Christmas Eve.
Wanting out of the cold and crowded streets, Quatre decided to take a short cut though the alleyways that laced the city; unaware of the shadowy figure that seemed to be following him lost in his own world of thoughts about the past, present and future.
The man smiled inwardly as he watched the blonde slip into the passage and swiftly moved to follow; he blended almost entirely into the shadows, a cloth damped by chloroform in one hand.
Quatre stopped for a brief moment thinking someone was behind him, not hearing any footsteps behind him; Quatre just shrugged it off and started walking again.
The stalker took his chance and grabbed at the Winner, pulling up against his body, arms wrapped tightly around him. Quatre tried to shout out for help, but he soon fell limp as he inhaled the scent of the white cloth.
Smirking to himself again, he easily lifted the 19 year-old, and slipped away into the night..
~*~
"Where is he? Quatre is never this late coming home." Said a worried Trowa to him-self. Looking at the mounted clock for about the 100th time that evening.
"If he is gets stuck at his office, he normally calls if he's going to be later than his." He continued, trying to get over his apprehensive feelings, 'He's probably fine. He got along fine before me.' Trowa's train of thought broke off at the sound of the phone ringing.
"Hello? Quatre?" Asked Trowa picking up the phone before the second ring, but he was disappointed with woman's voice that responded.
"Good evening," Said the ostensibly pleasant woman on the other end, "Is this Trowa Barton?" she asked.
"Yes it is." Said Trowa in a somewhat irritated way, thinking it was some telemarketer calling people for a silly x-mas fund.
"This is General Hospital calling," Trowa's heart skipped a beat over those words, and another at the ones that came next. "Do you know anyone by the name of Quatre Winner?" she asked, her voice becoming more professional sounding.
"Yes, he's my boyfriend, or if significant other if your uncomfortable with gay relationships." Stated Trowa bitterly, wishing the woman you just hurry up and tell him what happened.
"Then maybe it is best that you should come down to the hospital then. The doctor will meet with you when you get here." Was all she supplied.
After receiving the floor and room number for Quatre, Trowa hung up the phone in shock, gabbed a coat and rushed out the door of their apartment.
~*~*~*~ Me: Well there you all go. I would like to thank, ReddAlice every much for beta-reading this for me. And all the encouragement, and tips you gave me for writing things out.
Kristen: What are you going to do? You have no muses except for Driger 2 and me.
Me: ~Similes evilly~ Oh, I have a plan..
Kristen: Please R+R! All comments are welcomed, as flames will be used to cook Treize, and MOA's brother.