Disclaimer– I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters.
AN– I'm new to the Gundam Wing fandom and decided to try my hand at writing some fanfics. I have never seen Gundam Wing so the characters will be OOC.
Warnings– Mpreg, possible male/male, language, I'll note anything else that might pop up.
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Trowa walked to the door and looked at the clock once more. It was nine thirty. He couldn't wait anymore or he'd be late. Where was Quatre? Trowa was going to be gone for about two months and didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to the blonde. But he it was getting late and he had to leave. He went to the garage and was about to get on his motorcycle when Quatre pulled up. "I thought I wasn't going to make it back in time to say goodbye." Quatre said getting out of the car. He walked over to Trowa and hugged him tightly, which Trowa returned. Quatre pulled back and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to spend more than a few minutes with you before you left."

Trowa was about to say something but was interrupted by Quatre's cell phone ringing. Quatre reached in his pocket and turned it off.

"My sisters." Quatre said answering Trowa's unasked question. "That's why I'm late. They've been calling all day."

"They coming for a visit?"

"Tomorrow."

"You want me to stay and help?"

Quatre smiled but shook his head no. He really would have liked Trowa to stay but he had been planning to go surprise Cathy for a few weeks now. And since he didn't visit her that much, Quatre would feel too guilty if he stayed.

"Thank you so much for offering, but no. I'll be fine."

"You sure? I can push back my visit to Cathy."

"I'm sure."

Despite asking Quatre if he wanted him to stay, part of Trowa was glad that he declined. It wasn't that his offer was insincere. He would have willingly and happily stayed if Quatre said yes. But overall Trowa would rather not be around Quatre's sisters, or at least the few that he knew were coming. These particular sisters despised the ground he walked on and went out their way to let him know it. Trowa didn't have to be a genius to figure out why. They thought he and Quatre were lovers. Or rather that he, the devil incarnate, was forcing their innocent brother down the path of ruin. However, they were completely wrong. Contrary to popular belief, he and Quatre were just friends. Trowa frowned slightly. Saying that they were just friends wasn't exactly true either. There were times when he felt that there was something more than friendship between them. And he knew Quatre well enough to know that felt the same way.

"You're going to be late." Quatre said breaking into his thoughts.

"How many lunches have they planned?"

"Two."

That meant four, Trowa thought with a smile. Poor Quatre. The "lunches with old friends" were actually his sisters way to introduce Quatre to potential wives. After someone had innocently referred to him and Trowa as "a cute couple," the sisters suddenly decided that it was time for Quatre to get married and have a family. And so they began their marriage campaign by dropping subtle and not so subtle hints about marriage, arranging blind dates and meetings with potential wives, visiting more, and other underhanded tricks to get Quatre married.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"

"For the last time, yes." Quatre said with a smile. "Go and have fun."

Instead of a hug, Trowa leaned forward and kissed Quatre quickly on the lips. He then got on his bike and left. Instead of going straight to the airport, he went to the bar he worked at part time. It wasn't exactly a dream job but it was interesting and it gave him something to do when he didn't have classes. He used the employee entrance and went to the mangers office.

"I thought you were leaving tonight?" Quinn, the manager, asked when he walked in.

"I'm here for my paycheck."

Quinn dug in his desk and handed Trowa an envelope.

"You're job will still be here when you get back. If you want it."

Trowa nodded his head, said a quick goodbye to two of the bartenders that he had become acquainted with, and then left. He was almost at his bike when someone bumped into him. The person stumbled and latched onto Trowa to stop from falling. Trowa frowned at the overpowering smell of alcohol. What the hell did he do? Take a bath in it?

"Shorry." the drunken figure said as he looked up.

Trowa instantly recognized the face.

"Dr. Archer?"

Dr. Archer looked up and gave him a drunken smile.

"Showa? No. I'm haloo...haloo...sheeing them."

"No, you're drunk and shouldn't be out here wondering around." Trowa said as he pulled out his cellphone. "Let me call you a cab."

"No. Theresh muh cah." he said pointing toward the parking lot, but not a specific car.

"I can't let you drive. You're too drunk."

"Na tru. S'walk skraight ine."

He attempted a straight line but only managed to wobbled a few steps before he fell to the ground. Trowa went and knelt next to him.

"That's worse than I thought. Hand me your keys."

Dr. Archer shook his head no violently.

"Noooo. Todaysh muh birfday. Haffa shelabrate. Come wif me."

"I can't."

He reached up and grasped Trowa's arm.

"Pleash. Sou're muh onliest bes frien Showa."

Best friend? The alcohol really must be affecting him. They barely knew each other. And what they did know came from his side rather than Trowa's. Dr. Archer was a regular customer at the bar and for some reason saw Trowa as a confidant. The man came every weekend and unloaded his burdens to Trowa. And he unloaded everything. From the trivial things like the lotion breaking him out to more important things like his frustration over always needing money for his research, to the extremely serious things like his wife's infidelity and the abortion she had. Trowa figured that he was lonely so he usually just sat and listened while he worked. But that was fine when he was sober. The few times he got completely drunk, he'd rant for hours sometimes about nothing and everything... his life, his vindictive wife, abortions, men having no say in whether a woman has one or not, children, and how women threw a chance to have a baby away when he worked with people who desperately wanted them but couldn't. Trowa looked down at the pleading man and sighed. He felt bad for him and really didn't have time for this. But he couldn't even contemplate leaving him because Trowa knew that he'd feel guilty if Dr. Archer hurt himself or someone else. Give it up, he told himself.

"Fine, let's celebrate."

"I'll drivf." he said clumsily pulling out his keys.

"No, we'll go back into the club." Trowa said helping him up.

Where they'll give you coffee and let you sleep it off for awhile, he added silently. And I'll hopefully still be able to catch my plane. A quick glance at his watch told him that he still did have a little time.

"I drivf."

Dr. Archer laughed then pulled away and ran from Trowa. Trowa cursed his bad luck and with a sigh, ran after him. For someone so drunk he's fast, Trowa thought. He finally caught up with him trying to get into a car at the back of the parking lot. Trowa snatched the keys and put them in his pocket.

"We don't want you to hurt anyone so I'll take those."

"Thank you. That's very considerate of you Trowa."

Trowa barely had time to register the lack of slurred words and sudden sobriety before he felt a slight sting on his arm. An injection, his mind quickly supplied. Trowa cursed inwardly. He'd been set up. He shoved Dr. Archer away and pulled out the needle that was still sticking in his arm. He threw a few punches and moved to leave but found it difficult because whatever he had been injected with was already working. His body felt like a ton of bricks so it was impossible to keep himself from sinking to the ground. As he did, he realized that he was in serious trouble and probably wouldn't make it out of this. There was a slim to no chance of someone helping him. The other pilots believed that he was going to be in Spain with Cathy for the next two months. And Cathy had no idea that he was coming. Since she was used to him not contacting her for months, she wouldn't be concerned when he didn't. Yeah, he was well and truly screwed. Dr. Archer leaned down and wrapped his arms around him.

"You have beautiful green eyes. Just like my ex-wife. It's because of them that I chose you. " he said smiling.

WHAT?

"Once I'm finished with you, you're going to make me famous Trowa."

That was the last thing Trowa heard before he completely blacked out.