Quatre Winner sat surrounded by his closest friends, his comrades. He was on the couch with his feet tucked to one side, leaning on his boyfriend Trowa. Trowa was sitting with his legs crossed comfortably, one arm draped over his lover. The two were watching a movie with Duo. WuFei was sitting on the floor in the corner next to the phone meditating. Heero was out on a mission.
It was raining outside and Heero was soaked to the bone. He was at one of the various OZ bases planting explosives in hidden places around the perimeter. He was presently rounding a large wooden crate, only meters away from the enemy. Heero was so focused on the enemy that he overlooked a pile of metal bars at his feet. While studying the guards' backs as he began to pass by, his foot got caught on a bar and he tumbled into them, causing them all to clatter against one another. Heero winced and looked up.
Back at the safehouse, Quatre was still lounging with his friends when he felt something in his chest. His hands began to tremble in Trowa's. "Quatre? What's wrong?"
Trowa asked feeling the shaking of his boyfriend's hands. "I…I don't know, all of the sudden I feel very nervous. How strange." He said furrowing his brow.
Heero began to tremble, as he lay frozen in a heap atop the metal bars. The three guards had turned around and were running toward Heero. The poor boy couldn't move. The perfect soldier was actually scared stiff. Just as the guards reached Heero, he shook his head and snapped to his senses. He jumped to his feet and stood ready for a manual attack. Kicks and punches had begun to be thrown from both sides.
Quatre was home, now breathing rapidly, and still trembling. He was still sitting with Trowa but was now leaned foreword and had his arms crossed over his chest hugging himself. Trowa was next to him, a sympathetic hand placed on the blonde's back. Duo was also sitting to attention. WuFei was watching with concern from where he was.
Heero was outnumbered. He was getting the shit beat out of him and had just been hit in the head with the handle of a gun. Wincing, he fell to his knees. He put a hand to his head only to feel blood pour between his fingers and down the back of his hand.
At the safehouse Quatre suddenly screamed and curled up as best he could in a sitting position. His hand was placed over his head and he was rocking back and fourth. After shrieking he had begun to cry violently. "Trowa!!!" he screamed. "My head!!! It hurts!!! OWWWW!!!" he wailed. Trowa was getting scared. Quatre didn't have an injury and it was too serious to be a common headache. Duo had moved to sit on the coffee table in front of Quatre and WuFei was now kneeling opposite where Trowa sat. The three didn't know what to do. Quatre suddenly sat up and covered his mouth. He was crying to hard to speak. WuFei asked "Quatre are you gunna throw up?" Quatre choked out a sob and nodded. Duo quickly moved and grabbed the trashcan. Just in time.
Heero had lost a lot of blood. The guards were dragging him off toward a basement door. They opened the strong metal door and Heero was faced with a long wooden staircase. 'Oh no.' he thought as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Before Heero could blink the guards gave a heave and shoved Heero down the stairs. He tumbled again and again until he finally came to rest at the base of the steps. On the second to last step Heero's foot found its way into the gap between foot landings as he continued to roll. As he was jerked to a stop a sickening 'crack!' echoed throughout the room. So now with a broken leg and a serious concussion Heero lay on the dirt floor his eyes glazed over from pain. His leg still entwined in the stairs.
Quatre screamed again and he turned to Trowa burying his face in his shoulder. "What happened now babe? What's wrong?" Trowa said lovingly stroking back Quatre's hair.
It was raining outside and Heero was soaked to the bone. He was at one of the various OZ bases planting explosives in hidden places around the perimeter. He was presently rounding a large wooden crate, only meters away from the enemy. Heero was so focused on the enemy that he overlooked a pile of metal bars at his feet. While studying the guards' backs as he began to pass by, his foot got caught on a bar and he tumbled into them, causing them all to clatter against one another. Heero winced and looked up.
Back at the safehouse, Quatre was still lounging with his friends when he felt something in his chest. His hands began to tremble in Trowa's. "Quatre? What's wrong?"
Trowa asked feeling the shaking of his boyfriend's hands. "I…I don't know, all of the sudden I feel very nervous. How strange." He said furrowing his brow.
Heero began to tremble, as he lay frozen in a heap atop the metal bars. The three guards had turned around and were running toward Heero. The poor boy couldn't move. The perfect soldier was actually scared stiff. Just as the guards reached Heero, he shook his head and snapped to his senses. He jumped to his feet and stood ready for a manual attack. Kicks and punches had begun to be thrown from both sides.
Quatre was home, now breathing rapidly, and still trembling. He was still sitting with Trowa but was now leaned foreword and had his arms crossed over his chest hugging himself. Trowa was next to him, a sympathetic hand placed on the blonde's back. Duo was also sitting to attention. WuFei was watching with concern from where he was.
Heero was outnumbered. He was getting the shit beat out of him and had just been hit in the head with the handle of a gun. Wincing, he fell to his knees. He put a hand to his head only to feel blood pour between his fingers and down the back of his hand.
At the safehouse Quatre suddenly screamed and curled up as best he could in a sitting position. His hand was placed over his head and he was rocking back and fourth. After shrieking he had begun to cry violently. "Trowa!!!" he screamed. "My head!!! It hurts!!! OWWWW!!!" he wailed. Trowa was getting scared. Quatre didn't have an injury and it was too serious to be a common headache. Duo had moved to sit on the coffee table in front of Quatre and WuFei was now kneeling opposite where Trowa sat. The three didn't know what to do. Quatre suddenly sat up and covered his mouth. He was crying to hard to speak. WuFei asked "Quatre are you gunna throw up?" Quatre choked out a sob and nodded. Duo quickly moved and grabbed the trashcan. Just in time.
Heero had lost a lot of blood. The guards were dragging him off toward a basement door. They opened the strong metal door and Heero was faced with a long wooden staircase. 'Oh no.' he thought as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Before Heero could blink the guards gave a heave and shoved Heero down the stairs. He tumbled again and again until he finally came to rest at the base of the steps. On the second to last step Heero's foot found its way into the gap between foot landings as he continued to roll. As he was jerked to a stop a sickening 'crack!' echoed throughout the room. So now with a broken leg and a serious concussion Heero lay on the dirt floor his eyes glazed over from pain. His leg still entwined in the stairs.
Quatre screamed again and he turned to Trowa burying his face in his shoulder. "What happened now babe? What's wrong?" Trowa said lovingly stroking back Quatre's hair.
