A/N: ...I'm really, really sleepy now. And I want more sweet 3x4 fics. There just aren't enough for my taste. So sticky sweet. Anyway, this is just a random drabble that I did; I'm not even sure it counts as a drabble. I don't think it has one hundred words in it yet. Ah, whatever. I like it.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing
Nights
By: Keemusoma
There are times when Trowa couldn't sleep. The nightmares came back and haunted him. He'd wake up with a gasp, cold sweat and goosebumps. On these nights he'd wander around his apartment, aimlessly. Well, until the silent glow of the vid-phone told him Quatre felt his panicked state and called. Tonight was no exception.
He picked up the phone, the screen coming to life with Quatre's sleep tousled image. Those baby blues would be half mast, he would rub them before finally looking at the screen. "Hey..."
Trowa suppressed a shudder at the husky, sleep filled voice. "You don't have to call..."
A frown appeared on those slightly chapped lips. "You know we have this conversation every time..." He turned his head and yawned. "I worry, sue me."
"I might one day, if you keep pressing it," was Trowa's reply with a small laugh. He was starting to feel a bit calmer. "....Can I come over?" It was four in the morning, but he didn't want to sleep alone anymore. He'd done that far to much.
While Trowa preferred his solitude, no one could stay truely alone.
"You know you're always welcome... But it's four..." That was dangerously close to a whine. He glanced at Trowa's face, giving in to that slightly wounded look. "...Come on. I've sent everyone away for the night, so you'll have to let yourself in.."
That night, Trowa fell back to sleep. No nightmares chased him, no haunting faces. Just the feel of Quatre's body tangled with his own and the sound of deep breathing. His own personal lullaby.