Disclaimer: I don't own the hp chars or the gundam boys. I just play with them on occasion.

Warnings: This will be slash... eventually at least. Don't like then don't read.

A:N/ Revievs will be given cookies, flames will be used for varming up my apartment. (Which means I dont give a damn if you don't like this kind of crossover. I've said it before; Don't like then Don't read it.)

Trowa smiled at the sound of Quatres voice. He was happily planning the two months they and the other three pilots where to spend at one of Quatres estates by the Mediterranean Sea along with Rashid and some of the maganac corps.

Lady Une had first asked the five pilots to take a vacation. A long vacation preferably. They hadn't taken any time of worth mentioning in the over two years they had been working as Preventers. When they had initially refused she had simply told them to take some time of. When that didn't work she had tried to order them into it. When they had flat out refused she had finally threatened them into it.

Really using Relena like that isn't fair play.

She had given them the choice between taking a long vacation or be put up as permanent bodyguards for Relena. All of them had agreed at taking some time of after that, especially Heero and Duo. None of them wanted anything to do with the former Queen of the Earth Sphere. They had all hoped she would grow up and become somewhat rational, she had been promising during and after the Mariemeya incident. But then she had had a huge relapse and the end of it wasn't in any close sight. Trowa really felt sorry for Heero and Duo. She just wouldn't take a hint. Privately Trowa thought Relena wouldn't see what was in front of her even if it hit her over her head.

Heero fiercely regretted the day he had been, 'coerced', as he and Duo where calling the whole thing, out of shooting Relena by Duo and he went out of his way as much as humanly possible to hide from the pink menace. Duo also regretted 'coercing' Heero out of getting rid of her that day. Her constant dismissal of his and Heeros' relationship irked the braided pilot to no end and if he never had to see the pink brat again it would be too soon in his mind. Trowa whole heartedly agreed to that, though he wouldn't say it aloud. None of the five pilots could stand the spoiled ex queen. Surprisingly even Quatre, with all his patience and calm mind, had difficulties controlling his temper around that brat.

Trowa had gone back to his adoptive sister Catherine and the circus once the whole Mariemeya incident was over and done with, but he hadn't been able to settle down there. They couldn't really understand him and his need to do something more. They didn't understand his paranoia or that him flinching at loud noises or sudden movements wasn't him having something against them, but simply being deep rooted reflexes. Reflexes that kept you safe during the war. Reflexes that kept you alive.

His silent behaviour and his habit of keeping everyone at a an arms distance and never letting anyone close made it harder and harder for the members of the travelling circus to accept him, no matter of how good an acrobat he was. In the end he had left the circus and joined Quatre. They had always had something between them ever since the first time they had met during the eve wars. After the wars that connection had still been there and when he had moved in with Quatre after leaving the circus that same connection had grown. Now three years after the end of the short 'Endless Waltz' war he and Quatre had settled down into a pleasant way of life. Quatre worked as the CEO of Winner enterprise and Trowa worked as his personal assistant, easing the workload of Quatres shoulders and helped him in any way he could. Both of them also worked occasionally as Preventers when the need of them or all five of them came around. He and Quatre had been together as a couple for almost two years now and Trowa was happy.

He smiled again as he heard Quatres clear laughter. Quatre had been good for Trowa, he had helped him shed his normally emotionless shell and start act out his emotions. Very much in the same way as Duo had helped Heero. Hearing Quatre calling for him he got up from the desk he had been sitting at and walked silently over the floor to Quatres office to see what was needed of him.

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Later that evening Quatre and Trowa was waiting for the other three pilots to arrive. They where to spend a few days at this manor before heading to the estate lying by the sea a few miles out of Toulon in France. Trowa looked out through the window and frowned, something was nagging him. A feeling of foreboding, that something was about to happen. It itched between his shoulder blades as if he was watched and the feelings he got made him uneasy.

He felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down at Quatres worried face; he could probably sense Trowas unease.

"Angel?" he asked in a soft voice. Quatre gave him a brilliant smile though he still looked worried.

"Are you all right Trowa?" he asked worriedly. "You seem distracted."

Trowa gave Quatre a small smile and wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him to his chest.

"I'm fine Angel." he said softly. He reached down and gave Quatre a chaste kiss on his lips and tightened his arms around his waist. He smiled wider as Quatre gave of a small sigh of contentment.

"It's just a feeling I have that something is going to happen. I'm sure everything will be alright though." He murmured into Quatres soft blond hair, inwardly cursing his inability to lie to or withhold information from Quatre. He had never been able to do that to Quatre after they had finally become a couple.

Quatre looked up worriedly again but Trowa just smiled at him and hugged him close for a second before he moved to open the front door as the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the remaining three pilots. Just as he opened the door he heard Quatre gasp in surprise behind him and the disturbing feeling he had had all day intensified. He spun around, gun in hand, searching for a threat. His eyes widened as he saw some form of blue energy forming between him and Quatre. He saw how a tentacle of the energy retreating from Quatre and he saw how Quatre started collapsing to the floor, unconscious.

Without a second of doubt he darted forward and around the energy and grabbed Quatre before he could collapse entirely to the floor, he held on tightly and tried to get away from the strange energy but wasn't fast enough. He heard Duos yell and Wufei cursing in Chinese just as his vision was engulfed in blueish light and he felt the floor disappear from underneath his feet. He felt himself and Quatre falling and he idly wondered why it took such a long time for them to reach the floor. It felt as if they where falling from a high altitude. A blur of blue and grey lights flashed before his eyes and he had to close them as the light became too bright

Trowa sensed more than saw the floor rushing towards him before he slammed into it, the impact forcing him to let go of Quatre and left him dazed and disoriented. He felt Quatre lying beside him, unmoving. He also heard a group of people in the room he was in, he knew they where not his friends. They weren't in Quatres estate any more. The stone floor was different and the air was cold and slightly damp. He could smell stone and old wood, not the fresh smells of grass and seawater that he associated whit his and Quatres home. Deciding he might as well confront their captors he rolled and stood up in a defensive stance and glared in an emotionless way at the other occupants of the room.