I have a confession to make… I stole this idea!!!! Yes I did! I was reading someone else's story that they had stopped and said.. hey they had something going here! If you switch this around and make this the plot instead.. you could have a pretty cool angst/romance. So that's what I did.. the original was that Quatre got a disease when he was young (like 6or so) and that he is about to die. Well this is what I'm keeping and what I'm not:

NO- Quatre has a non-life threatening disease (so he's not going to die)

YES & NO- He got the disease in the same way, but he was WAY older. (I don't like the idea of people writing about little children getting … 'touched'… that's sick people.

NO- No One knows about it, not even his Sisters.

So basically.. I stole the concept but not the story… make sense?? No? Too Bad!!! I don't care. P

Quatre couldn't remember a time that he felt as horrible as he did these past couple of days. Trying to walk to the downstairs kitchen took more effort than trying to sneak into an OZ base. Scoffing loudly Quatre grabbed the handrail for balance, "Let's make that 'more effort than trying to finalize the paperwork for WEI.'"

After what seemed like an hours, Quatre finally made it to the first floor and shuffled his way to the kitchen. Barely making it to the stool in time, He collapsed half way onto the seat. Catching himself before he hit the ground, Quatre shook his head, trying to find his bearings and hopefully his balance as well. Resting his blond locks on the table, He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

"What is wrong with me?"

He could barely walk let alone keep his head up, and yet he didn't feel sick just weak. It started about four days ago; he woke up one morning with a slight headache and drowsiness. He passed it off as stress and not enough rest but as the days went by, his symptoms steadily started getting worse. And now this morning when he woke up he could barely lift his head up and the headache he had been sporting now felt like someone had unsuccessfully tried to give him a concussion. Lifting his head slowly and checking the clock, Quatre was immediately glad that it was Saturday. If it had been a Weekday, he would have been three hours late for work.

"Master Quatre?"

Turning slowly towards the voice of his overly large friend, Quatre smiled in greeting to Rashid. "Master Quatre, Are you feeling alright? You are extremely pale."

Letting out a short laugh, the petite blond answered quietly, "I'm fine Rashid. It seems that I have been working so much lately that my body finally decided to catch up with me."

Laying his head back down on the table, he closed his eyes against the pain in his head. A second later, he felt a rough hand against his forehead.

"Master Quatre! You are hot.!"

"Why thank you." He mumbled weakly. Smiling slightly as the remark reminded him of his braided friend.

"You should not be down here."

It wasn't a question or a request; it was a statement that usually meant Quatre was soon going to find himself back in his room. Lifting his head up from the cold surface, Quatre stepped down towards the floor, his sock clad foot searching for the tiled surface. Instead he felt himself falling. What part of him hit the ground first he wouldn't know because all he felt was the darkness closing in.

When he finally awoke, Quatre found that lifting his eyelids was nearly impossible. They felt like someone had placed a ten-pound weight on each. Giving up on his eyes, he decided to try his ears instead. He could hear someone softly whispering, the voice definitely feminine. He listened trying to figure out what the person was saying when he heard a gruff voice interrupt, "I don't understand?"

That voice definitely belonged to Rashid. He listened again to the feminine voice, which was accompanied by a tapping noise. It came to him then, and he pictured Sally Po standing with her arms crossed and foot tapping, explaining again what was going on. He could almost picture her sweeping one of her braids behind her shoulder right before she started tapping her foot. Curiosity was starting to eat at him; he wanted to know what they were saying about him. Forcing his eyelids to open slightly, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sal…" Quatre stopped breathlessly and felt a quick jab of fear hit him. He couldn't even saw her name without feeling like he had run a mile or so. Why was his body not responding for him? Willing the fear away, Quatre tried again. "Sall..y"

Instantly he heard footsteps come to his side. "Hey, Quatre. How are you feeling?"

Amused at her question, Quatre smiled slowly, "Peachy."

He felt something grab his wrist and elbow. "Quatre I need to take some blood for a few tests. Do you mind?"

Shaking his head that felt as if it was filled with lead, Quatre allowed her to take a couple of samples. When she was done, she explained that he was to stay in bed until she returned later with the test results. He then heard her inform Rashid to make sure that the blond definitely didn't get up. 'No, trust.' Quatre thought tiredly. He heard thundering footsteps and knew Rashid had come to stand beside him.

"Would you like anything, Master Quatre?" The gruff voice sounded broken and worried, which made Quatre feel even worse.

"No.. thanks… Rashi..d" Quatre knew that he was causing the big man to worry and that he knew that his friend would stay by his side until Sally returned. Feelings of guilt and appreciation filled Quatre as he drifted off to sleep.

Sally Po carefully placed the blood specimen she received from Quatre onto the thin glass shield and then placed it into the microscopic scanner. She only had to wait a couple of seconds before she heard the familiar sound of paper being printed and the soft beep from the computer. Looking over the results, she thanked herself that for not drinking anything because she would have surely spit it out in surprise. Glancing at the computer to make sure that everything was read correctly she softly cursed to herself. She had expected to find something similar to this with the pilots after the war had ended, but she didn't expect Quatre to be the one. Standing from her chair, Sally Po grabbed her coat and walked out the door, dreading what she was about to do. When Sally finally reached the Winner Mansion, she was surprised to see a motorcycle in the driveway. Pulling up next to it in her car, she saw the black and silver streaked designs.

'Heero', she thought worriedly. 'What is he doing here? Quatre sure wouldn't have called him, maybe that huge fellow did, but still that wouldn't make sense.' She took the steps quickly and knocked on the door twice. When she didn't get an answer, she knocked again a little louder. Becoming impatient she opened the door and peeked in just in time to catch a very odd seen. Quatre's large bodyguard was standing at gunpoint and Heero was the culprit holding it.

"Please Mr Yui, I can't let you up there until Dr Sally Po comes back."

Sally walked in and allowed the door to shut softly behind her.

"She's here. Move." Heero's usual monotone voice held a dangerous edge to it.

"Yui, put that thing away. I asked Rashid to make sure Quatre was not disturbed before I came back. He was just doing his job."

Sally let out a soft snort and walked past the two men.

"What is wrong with Winner?" Sally ignored the question, hearing footsteps following her.

"Dr Po! Do you know what is wrong with Master Quatre? It's nothing serious?"

Hearing the worry and slight hope in the older man's voice caused Sally's determination to falter slightly from the task at hand. Making it to Quatre's door, she turned towards her two followers.

"Its nothing life threatening with the proper treatment. Once I talk with him and start him on his medication he should be fine in a couple of months."

She watched as an invisible weight was lifted off the big man's shoulders. He smiled sadly and walked passed her towards the door. Opening it for her, Rashid put a hand on her shoulder and nodded, "Thank You. Do what you can but I will warn you, Master Quatre is very stubborn."

Knowing how serious the big man was caused Sally to hold back her typical joke, as she walked into the dark room. Hearing the door closed she glanced back to see the two men still with her, "I'm not sure Quatre will be comfortable with so many present."

She was hoping they would get the hint and it looked like they did until a soft voice from the bed interrupted. "They… can stay."

Quatre saw the grave look on Sally's face when he interrupted, but he knew that she should have understood that Heero and Rashid could be trusted. Besides he probably just had some sort of bug, maybe a weird form of the flu or something. He watched as Sally came closer and Rashid stayed back towards the door with Heero. He started to sit up and Sally put a hand on his shoulder stopping him.

"Dr Sally... I am fine... I can sit up." She removed her hand and helped him sit up, using his pillows for props.

"Are you feeling any better?"

Quatre looked into her soft blue eyes and found nothing but worry and concern. It was unsettling.

"I have more… strength now than… I did this morning."

Sally nodded, noticing that he wasn't gasping for breath as much.

"Quatre.." She stopped and looked at the pale blond. He was staring at her and if possible his eyes seemed to grow even more innocent.

She cleared her throat and placed her hand on his shoulder once more, "Quatre you seem to have Human Immunodeficiency Virus and that it seems you are just a stage away from having Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome."

She watched the eyes of the petite blond widen until they seemed to cover his whole face. Quatre slowly looked away from the doctor and focused on the covers of his bed. His mind was running in circles.

"Quatre."

He nodded his head to show that he heard her voice, but kept his eyes focused on the bedspreads in front of him.

"Quatre, I need to ask you a few personal questions,"

Sally glanced towards the other two occupants in the room and then back at Quatre. Watching the petite blond handle the news tugged on Sally's heart for her to do something. She sighed and sat on the bed next to Quatre. Quatre felt her place an arm on her shoulders, but still didn't move.

"Quatre?"

He felt her slightly squeeze his shoulders and then rest her other hand on his arm. Quatre closed his eyes and cleared his throat,

"You had some questions, Dr Sally?" She glanced again at the two by the door and this time Quatre caught it.

"I'm guessing.. that these questions are going to be.. extremely personal..?"

He watched as she nodded her head. Sighing he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the distant sound of the phone ringing.

"Master Quatre, I will get the phone while you answer these questions."

Quatre watched as his loyal Arabian friend literally rushed out of the room. Shaking his head slowly he let out a light giggle; "Rashid is… never good at… bad news."

His smile faded quickly and was replaced by a frown instantly.

"Your questions?" His voice sounding foreign and Quatre started to feel nervousness set in.

"Have you had any relationships in the past 6 years?"

"Yes"

"Any of them sexual?"

"No"

Sally closed her hands into fists, trying to hide them from shaking as she asked the next question. "Have you ever had any voluntary sexual activities?"

There was a long silence and from the other side of the room Heero could see the light fade out of the blonde's eyes and be replaced by a dark hardness.

"No"

Feeling his muscles tighten and his jaw set, Heero waited for the next question to be asked. "Have you ever.."

"Doctor… I have never… had any voluntary relations."

The steely glare that Quatre shot Sally with took away any doubts that she may have had. An uncomfortable silence settled between the two. Sally was deep in thought, while Quatre looked as though he was trying to escape his. A couple of minutes went by before Sally asked another question.

"Do you remember when?"

The slight blond didn't answer immediately; instead he ran a hand through his hair slowly.

"It has been seven years and four months since."

Again silence ensued as Sally took in this information.

Quatre felt a tug at his heart and felt a wave of anger. Surprised he glanced up quickly to find the source. Standing by the door in the shadows was Heero Yui. For some reason, Quatre had forgotten that the silent brunette was in the room. Bringing his hand instinctively towards his chest, Quatre rubbed gently. 'Does that mean that the anger I'm feeling is coming from him?'. He could understand Heero's anger, but he didn't expect the stoic pilot to be THIS upset. Quatre himself had accepted what happened as part of being a Gundam Pilot and so he was able to continue with his missions as though nothing happened. Of course he still had nightmares about what happened and he was still scared at the slightest possibility of it happening again.

When Sally had started asking the questions, Quatre knew what was going to be asked and had started preparing himself. He had willed each new onslaught of images away with each question. But even remembering it didn't make him as angry as he felt Heero was.

"… … should only be a month and then you'll be back to normal."

Blinking back to reality, Quatre turned towards Sally Po.

"I'm sorry." he smiled sheepishly, "Could you say that again?"

Sally nodded in understanding and repeated her sentence. "Well, As I was saying.. We can cure this disease with Immunostimulants, a couple of strong antibiotics, and also a WBcB. You won't need a large dosage because of your already boosted immune system, which by the way is what has kept you safe so far. If you continue with the medication I give you, you should be back to normal in a couple of months."

Quatre smiled softly, "Thanks, Sal."

"Don't thank me yet, Quatre. The side effects from these medications together will probably put you out of work and out of action for those months"

Sighing, Quatre lifted his blond eyebrow at his doctor, "I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

Sally stood up finally and rolled her eyes dramatically. "You Pilots are going to be the end of me. I would feel a lot better if you had someone to watch over you and help administer the medication to you… because..."

She raised her hand to stop the argument she saw coming from the petite blond, "There will be times that you will not be able to do so yourself."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Quatre glanced down at his bedspreads again; to anyone else he would have looked like a pouting child and not an ex-gundam pilot. "Dr Sally, I don't see…"

"I'll do it."

Both pair of light blue eyes stared across the room at the stoic pilot who hadn't said a word till now. Uncrossing hi arms, Heero walked towards the two figures by the bed and focused on Sally Po.

"I will stay and administer the medications to Winner. Along with watching to make sure he doesn't have any reactions."

Quatre snapped his mouth shut that had somehow fell open. "That's… not necessary. I have… Rashid."

Quatre started to feel himself growing tired again, but he wasn't about to give in. "Heero…you don't…"

Prussians blue eyes focused on Cerulean. "Rashid is not properly trained to administer IVs and other medical attention you may need. I am here and the only other candidates are gone, except for Dr Po here."

Heero's matter-o-fact voice left no room for argument and even if he could think of one, Quatre doubted he could carry on with it. His body was growing heavier and pretty soon he would have to lie back down. Nodding his head weakly, He glanced at Sally and then at Heero.

"Fine." Quatre muttered, he felt a hand pulling his shoulder back and he obliged.

"Alright, I'll start the IV now, Heero I'll go over the dosage with you after I'm through, also I'm going to need…"

Quatre didn't hear the rest. He was falling again into the darkness and this time it was welcome.