Home

Trowa's reflections on coming 'home'.

Don't own them. Or the song.

This is for all the people who reveiwed 'Sunday Morning'- you know who you are. Not quite a cotton candy fic, but still a little sweet none the less. Hope you like!

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I'm staring out into the night,

Trying to hide the pain,

I'm going to the place,

Where feelin' good don't never cost a thing,

And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

I look up at the mansion, the villa rising from the sandy desert. My heart beats a little faster as the moonlight shines down. It's been a while.

I'm going home,

To the place where I belong,

Where your love has always been enough for me,

I'm not runnin' from,

No I think you got me all wrong,

I don't regret this life I chose for me,

But these places and these faces are getting old...

So I'm going home

I'm going home...

Everyone always thought that to me, 'home' meant the circus. I don't blame them. It's where my sister is... it's where I was raised. And for along, long time... it was my home.

He was my home.

The miles are getting longer it seems,

The closer I get to you,

I've not always been the best man or friend for you,

But your love remains true,

And I don't know why,

You always seem to give me another try.

Time seems to stand still as I stare at the door, wondering. Just wondering. The circus wasn't my home. Not since a sweet, melodious tenor voice had called out 'We shouldn't be fighting!' After that... my home was with him. I don't know why... but anywhere he was... I was home. And that's why I'm in the middle of the desert... for my little one.

I'm going home,

To the place where I belong,

Where your love has always been enough for me,

I"m not runnin from,

No I think you got me all wrong,

I don't regret this life I chose for me,

But these places and these faces are getting old

I knock on the door. I could sneak in... and I know where the key is hide. But that's not what I want to do. I want to come home. I want to hear him invite me in.

Be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it all

You just might get it all, then some you don't want

Be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it all,

You just might get it all, yeah

Slowly, after a few minutes, the door opens. He's standing there, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair's mussed, and his T-shirt and sweats are wrinkled. Pink bunny slippers peek out from beneath the hem of the sweats. He's so adorable.

His beautiful turqouis eyes narrow when he sees me.

"Trowa?"

I nod, but I remain silent. I'm waiting for him.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I want to come home... for good."

I'm going home,

To the place where I belong,

Where your love has always been enought for me,

I'm not runnin' from,

No I think you've got me all wrong.

I don't regret this life I chose for me,

But these places and these faces are getting old...

Said these places and these faces are getting old...

So I'm going home...

He looks confused for a moment, and then he smiles. I find myself smiling back at him. And then he leans up and presses his lips against mine.

I'm going home

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Song is of course, 'Home', by Daughtry. I really like this song... and this band. I first heard it on American Idol... it was the song they played when someone got sent home. So sweet, so sad... so loveable. And the bunnies were just to get you to smile... didn't want to make it too serious.

And what are the chances of Quatre opening the door to his mansion in the middle of the night? Really, Rashid or someone would open it with a gun or something, right? But that's not how the plot bunnies planned it. So that's not what happened.

Any way, please R&R.