TITLE
Recovery (Or: Why NOT To Use A Cell Phone While Driving)
AUTHOR
Asher Cross
GENRE
Romance (3x4), Angst, Deathfic
RATING
PG
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A.C. 200
Quatre Raberba Winner paced the room as he waited for Trowa Barton, his husband-to-be, in the chapel. He was late, by at least a half-hour. All of his friends were there--Heero (the best man), Duo (who agreed to be the pracher), Wufei, Relena, Rashid and the Maqanacs, and even Dorothy Catalonia. Everyone was excited at the announcement, but now they were getting anxious.
*Where are you, Trowa?* he thought to himself. *You told me you wouldn't be late...*
Suddenly his cellphone chirped. He cursed himself for not leaving it at home instead of bringing it. He flipped it open. "Quatre Winner here."
His heart lifted when the voice of Trowa Barton came through. "Hello, love. I'm terribly sorry, but I'm caught in traffic. If only I could fly my Gundam to you," he said, chuckling.
"Please get here, I want to marry you," Quatre said, pleading.
"I do too. Just wait for me, I'll be there...
I promise--" Just then, Quatre heard Trowa's voice crack at the last syllable he spoke, and the screeching of tires before the phone on Trowa's end hung up.
It all happened so fast, Quatre froze in fear. "...Trowa? Trowa?! TROWA?!" he shouted into the phone, tears welling up in his eyes.
Duo ran in, hearing his friend's cries. "Quatre?"
Quatre fell to his knees, his right hand still clutching the cell phone, the left clutching at his heart. He bent over and sobbed.
Duo ran over to him and wrapped an arm around Quatre's shoulder, and Quatre leaned into him, sobbing. "I can feel it Duo...He's dead..."
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The news was confirmed two hours later...Trowa Barton, while driving to the altar, was hit by a drunk driver on the driver's side of the car. The front went through the driver's seat, killing him instantly. The driver was immediately arrested...
Quatre sat on a bench in the chapel, his features still locked in a mask of incredulity. *How could it've happened? To my Trowa, of all people?*
Dorothy walked in, giving him a reassuring smile. She'd changed after the war, becoming more compassionate, and had quickly grown into a close friend of the Gundam pilots. "For what it's worth, Quatre, I'm so sorry for what happened. I can imagine what it'd feel like--"
"No you can't. You can't possibly." Quatre growled back, and shot her a look of pure, unbridled rage. His eyes danced with an angry fire that caused Dorothy to stop.
This unexpected aggression took Dorothy by surprise. She slowly bowed and walked out of the door. "I'm sorry for wasting your time." She sounded more than a little bit hurt.
Thinking back, Quatre thought to himself, *Why did I do that? It's not like me to be angry at someone for no reason. Dorothy didn't deserve that. Oh God, what's happening to me?* Quatre buried his face in his hands, feeling like the world was turning upside down.
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Dorothy walked out, to find Vice-Foreign Minister Relena Darlian, Heero, and Wufei approaching her. Dorothy sighed. "He won't talk, in fact, he's a little angry."
Relena replied, "That's understandable, considering his fiancee was killed on his wedding day. Wait a minute, this is Quatre. He's never angry. Did you say something to upset him?"
"Just that I could imagine what it felt like to be in his position. He replied that I couldn't, which I understand, but his tone was one of anger. That's unlike him..."
Heero entered the conversation. "I think we just need to give the boy some time alone. He needs to sort this out himself, none of us can do anything."
The others nodded. Wufei asked, "Where's Duo?"
"I sent him out to try and find something to cheer him up. I had to try something," Relena replied.
Recovery (Or: Why NOT To Use A Cell Phone While Driving)
AUTHOR
Asher Cross
GENRE
Romance (3x4), Angst, Deathfic
RATING
PG
------
A.C. 200
Quatre Raberba Winner paced the room as he waited for Trowa Barton, his husband-to-be, in the chapel. He was late, by at least a half-hour. All of his friends were there--Heero (the best man), Duo (who agreed to be the pracher), Wufei, Relena, Rashid and the Maqanacs, and even Dorothy Catalonia. Everyone was excited at the announcement, but now they were getting anxious.
*Where are you, Trowa?* he thought to himself. *You told me you wouldn't be late...*
Suddenly his cellphone chirped. He cursed himself for not leaving it at home instead of bringing it. He flipped it open. "Quatre Winner here."
His heart lifted when the voice of Trowa Barton came through. "Hello, love. I'm terribly sorry, but I'm caught in traffic. If only I could fly my Gundam to you," he said, chuckling.
"Please get here, I want to marry you," Quatre said, pleading.
"I do too. Just wait for me, I'll be there...
I promise--" Just then, Quatre heard Trowa's voice crack at the last syllable he spoke, and the screeching of tires before the phone on Trowa's end hung up.
It all happened so fast, Quatre froze in fear. "...Trowa? Trowa?! TROWA?!" he shouted into the phone, tears welling up in his eyes.
Duo ran in, hearing his friend's cries. "Quatre?"
Quatre fell to his knees, his right hand still clutching the cell phone, the left clutching at his heart. He bent over and sobbed.
Duo ran over to him and wrapped an arm around Quatre's shoulder, and Quatre leaned into him, sobbing. "I can feel it Duo...He's dead..."
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The news was confirmed two hours later...Trowa Barton, while driving to the altar, was hit by a drunk driver on the driver's side of the car. The front went through the driver's seat, killing him instantly. The driver was immediately arrested...
Quatre sat on a bench in the chapel, his features still locked in a mask of incredulity. *How could it've happened? To my Trowa, of all people?*
Dorothy walked in, giving him a reassuring smile. She'd changed after the war, becoming more compassionate, and had quickly grown into a close friend of the Gundam pilots. "For what it's worth, Quatre, I'm so sorry for what happened. I can imagine what it'd feel like--"
"No you can't. You can't possibly." Quatre growled back, and shot her a look of pure, unbridled rage. His eyes danced with an angry fire that caused Dorothy to stop.
This unexpected aggression took Dorothy by surprise. She slowly bowed and walked out of the door. "I'm sorry for wasting your time." She sounded more than a little bit hurt.
Thinking back, Quatre thought to himself, *Why did I do that? It's not like me to be angry at someone for no reason. Dorothy didn't deserve that. Oh God, what's happening to me?* Quatre buried his face in his hands, feeling like the world was turning upside down.
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Dorothy walked out, to find Vice-Foreign Minister Relena Darlian, Heero, and Wufei approaching her. Dorothy sighed. "He won't talk, in fact, he's a little angry."
Relena replied, "That's understandable, considering his fiancee was killed on his wedding day. Wait a minute, this is Quatre. He's never angry. Did you say something to upset him?"
"Just that I could imagine what it felt like to be in his position. He replied that I couldn't, which I understand, but his tone was one of anger. That's unlike him..."
Heero entered the conversation. "I think we just need to give the boy some time alone. He needs to sort this out himself, none of us can do anything."
The others nodded. Wufei asked, "Where's Duo?"
"I sent him out to try and find something to cheer him up. I had to try something," Relena replied.