Sanctuary
By: Gypsy Tollamer
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Gypsy: This is a side fic to the very popular fic "The Meaning of
Beautiful". It's from Duo's point of view as he sits in the clinic watching
Quatre during his catatonic stage.
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He's sleeping or atleast that what it's looks like. Sleep is always supposed to be
relaxing and healing. But it has never been for me.. Sleep for me has been plagued with
nightmares and the terrors of the night. I never told Quatre but I watch him sleep a lot.
When he first came here he asked about the night light. I told him that all the rooms has
them so teh nurses could see when they came to check on us in the night... I lied. I can't
stand the dark. I just can't, you can't see what's in front of you. You can't look and see
what's creeping up behind you, good and bad. Whether it is friend or foe, angel or demon.
I hope Quatre is sleeping well and it's not just the drugs they gave him keeping him
prisoner from the world. I hope he is dreaming of good things... Sometimes Quatre gets
this whistful smile on his face when he's sleeping. I love that look on his face when he
dreams of good things. It's very relaxing to me. I don't sleep, i just close my eyes. I hear
every step in the hallway, every drop of water from the leaky sink, every sigh from
Quatre's lips and everytime he turns over in his sleep. I hear the wind outside and the
rain... I hide when I hear the thunder. I'm scared of storms. The sky gets dark hiding earth
from heaven's light.... That could never be a good thing. There has never been a really
good monent that I can remember in my life time. My Dad took off when my Mom got
pregnant and my mom died of a drug overdose. I live with my Aunt Helen. She's a nice
lady but she gets lonely I know she does. Her husband died before I was born and she
never had any kids. I know she's very lonely without me for company. She only has a few
friends. She has the ladies in her bridge group, her bestfriend since she was a little girl Ms.
Kippelstein, and her neighbor, Tommy. Tommy is a photography for National Geographic.
He's a really nice guy, he brings Helen treasures from around the world when ever he
comes home, which is like once every 2 or 3 months. I think Tommy gets lonely too. He's
gay, like me. Aunt Helen doesn't care she says Tommy's just a "nice, polite boy." I hope
people still don't think I'm a boy when I'm 28.
Speaking of Nice boys. Heero Yuy is the nicest boy ever. He's the only really good thing
in my life I think. I know I said i've had no good moments. I didn't say I don't know good
people. But good people don't make good memories... Heero is good. I know he is. No
body has made me feel so good about myself. I used to never say good things about
myself. Until he came along. he made me feel beautiful even though in my heart I knew he
was lying. But when I'm with Heero I almost believe I'm perfect..... Almost......... I guess
you could say Heero is my sanctuary... My sheild against the truth. I would worship him
just like a god.. Really I would. I can see myself giving him all my worldly objects and
living in a hell hole to reflect upon him for all eternity... Heero is my sanctuary....
I hope Quatre finds his.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gypsy: Done! yeah I know, It really didn't do much for the plot but please review anyway! I'm thinking of doing a reflection like this one for each one of the characters..
He's sleeping or atleast that what it's looks like. Sleep is always supposed to be
relaxing and healing. But it has never been for me.. Sleep for me has been plagued with
nightmares and the terrors of the night. I never told Quatre but I watch him sleep a lot.
When he first came here he asked about the night light. I told him that all the rooms has
them so teh nurses could see when they came to check on us in the night... I lied. I can't
stand the dark. I just can't, you can't see what's in front of you. You can't look and see
what's creeping up behind you, good and bad. Whether it is friend or foe, angel or demon.
I hope Quatre is sleeping well and it's not just the drugs they gave him keeping him
prisoner from the world. I hope he is dreaming of good things... Sometimes Quatre gets
this whistful smile on his face when he's sleeping. I love that look on his face when he
dreams of good things. It's very relaxing to me. I don't sleep, i just close my eyes. I hear
every step in the hallway, every drop of water from the leaky sink, every sigh from
Quatre's lips and everytime he turns over in his sleep. I hear the wind outside and the
rain... I hide when I hear the thunder. I'm scared of storms. The sky gets dark hiding earth
from heaven's light.... That could never be a good thing. There has never been a really
good monent that I can remember in my life time. My Dad took off when my Mom got
pregnant and my mom died of a drug overdose. I live with my Aunt Helen. She's a nice
lady but she gets lonely I know she does. Her husband died before I was born and she
never had any kids. I know she's very lonely without me for company. She only has a few
friends. She has the ladies in her bridge group, her bestfriend since she was a little girl Ms.
Kippelstein, and her neighbor, Tommy. Tommy is a photography for National Geographic.
He's a really nice guy, he brings Helen treasures from around the world when ever he
comes home, which is like once every 2 or 3 months. I think Tommy gets lonely too. He's
gay, like me. Aunt Helen doesn't care she says Tommy's just a "nice, polite boy." I hope
people still don't think I'm a boy when I'm 28.
Speaking of Nice boys. Heero Yuy is the nicest boy ever. He's the only really good thing
in my life I think. I know I said i've had no good moments. I didn't say I don't know good
people. But good people don't make good memories... Heero is good. I know he is. No
body has made me feel so good about myself. I used to never say good things about
myself. Until he came along. he made me feel beautiful even though in my heart I knew he
was lying. But when I'm with Heero I almost believe I'm perfect..... Almost......... I guess
you could say Heero is my sanctuary... My sheild against the truth. I would worship him
just like a god.. Really I would. I can see myself giving him all my worldly objects and
living in a hell hole to reflect upon him for all eternity... Heero is my sanctuary....
I hope Quatre finds his.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gypsy: Done! yeah I know, It really didn't do much for the plot but please review anyway! I'm thinking of doing a reflection like this one for each one of the characters..