Well, for once Quatre is straight, Angel of Havoc here, reigning terror upon the lowly souls of the mortal! ^_^ but here a lovely lil fic about my second fave couple, my fave being sal and wu-chan, you see some sap in here about them too as the story goes on!

If her vacation could get any worse, Catherine Bloom just might go insane. Here she was, sitting in the middle of the desert dressed like a bag lady over one of her cute sundresses and sitting on a dirty smelly camel. She was riding out to the area where Quatre Raberba Winner, and her brother, Trowa Barton where sitting and hanging out. Leaning forward, she panted from the heat, but the hold she had on the camel slipped, startling the animal, it shot forward and left Catherine clinging for dear life.
"Somebody help MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" She screamed. She saw, while bobbing, two heads pop up and look in her direction. Quatre, the smaller man, jumped up and barked some commands in arabic. The camel stopped suddenly sending Catherine flying. "AAAAAAAHHH!" She barrelled right into Quatre's chest, landing him on his back. Trowa, meanwhile, grabbed the camel's reigns and dragged ther animal away from Catherine's deadly glare.
"Are you alright Catherine?" Quatre peeled away the piece of fabric covering Catherine's face. A small cut was under her eye from the flight.
"Yes." She diverted her eyes when Quatre brushed some of the blood from her cheek. "Just a bit sore." Rubbing her neck, she stood up. "I'll just try the uh, animal, again." She turned to go back to the camel, when a warm hand grabbed her arm.
"We'll take you back in the Land Rover." Quatre looked up to see Trowa heading toward them.
"The camel won't move." He said plainly.
"I thought you were supposed to be the animal genius or something." Catherine joked.
"Well, I'm losing my touch." A ghost of a smile graced his face.
"I'll send Jalah out to fetch it." Quatre urged Catherine into the back of the white jeep. Trowa slipped into the passenger seat and Quatre manned the wheel.

Beyond the dunes, Quatre's private mansion was outlined against the bright Saudi Arabian sky. With its alabaster walls and looming walls, it looked cozy, but also intimidating. Letting her head loll back, she sighed. Even though her face was uncovered, the rest of her body was swathed in gauzey thick fabric. She felt like she was going to suffocate in these clothes. The cd system boomed out local Arabic sounds as Quatre drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Home, sweet home." Quatre laughed as he drove up the long way towards the 4 car garage that sat behind his estate. Trowa snorted inlaughter, and Catherine groaned.
"But it's soooo hot!" Fanning herself, she blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. The cut below her eye still bled down her cheek. Her brother let out a low chuckle and climbed out. Quatre followed suit and let Catherine out. Seeing the red streak down her cheek, his eyes widened.
"Let's get you cleaned up." Quatre pulled her out and dragged her toward the back entrance of the house. Trowa who was a few steps behind, smiled at his best friend's antics. Shaking his head, he closed the iron gate.

"Now this may sting." Catherine's head cover was about her shoulders letting her hair fall bout her shoulders. Quatre held a antiseptic doused gauze swath in one hand. He cupped her chin and tilted her face so it was inches from his own. He pressed it to the cut, she hissed and closed her eyes. He dressed the wound and covered it with a small bandage. "There, all better." Smiling, he stood and brushed his hands on his khakis which had a ring of sweat around the waist band hidden by his belt.
Catherine looked up at the once boy who was so small. She now knew so much about her past. Trowa was not her brother like she had believed. Triton lived in America on Earth. He was in college and was adopted through the war victim adoption agency. She hadn't bothered to contact him, he was doing well without having to have a shock.
She had found her real birth records in the burnt down hospital. Trowa who actually knew his real age, was older than any of the Gundam pilots. At 21 he was a year older than Wufei who was once the oldest and 2 years older than the rest Quatre and the rest were 19 and very soon toward their 20th birthdays. Quatre was next month in April. Catherine who had just turned 19 was seen as the baby now. Sally was 20 with Wufei and going towards marriage like a wrecking crew. Catherine almost chuckled at the thought. Duo and Hilde were knocking boots already and made no secret of it. Duo was next tallest to Trowa who stood a gigantic 6'4". Duo was 6'3", Heero at 6'2" with Wufei and Quatre was 6'1". She stood 5'10" and tallest for the women. Relena stood 5'6", Sally at 5'8", Hilde at 5'3" was the shortest and Middi was 5'7".
She looked up at Quatre who was talking with Trowa animatedly. He was still straw blonde and his aqua eyes were sparkling. His skin was tan from its wear under the Saudi Arabian sun. With his boyish good looks face and lean , muscular frame, he was always on the list for the colonies and Earth sphere's best looking men. Trowa who smiled back, which he had just started to do, was tan and well worn from his days traveling with the circus and his field work with Lady Une and the Preventers. His green tank top stretched against well used muscle and his frayed khaki shorts rest just below his knees. His sun bleached dusty brown hair was messy and relaxed compared to his Edward Scissorhands look. Both of his emerald green eyes were visable to everyone now, as his past war memories only made him silent around everyone but select few. With a puka shell necklace around his neck that held a small silver charm with the initials of RD and TB etchedin the plain circle.
An exciting revelation had occured, Heero had turned out to be in love with the short and firey Hilde Shiebecker. The two were the top tech team in Preventers next to Sally and Wufei who were the top combat and evasive team, the two were seen together frequently. As the story went, Hilde and Duo had, had their last and final fight. Heero had run into Hilde after his final adios with Relena. After a 5 hour talk in a park at 1 am, the two had hit it off. Duo who still remained the eternal bachelor, was good friends witht he two. Trowa had fallen like a rock for Relena and part of his off time was his Carribean vacation with Relena. Wufei adn Sally were always squabbling in the office from what Trowa had told Catherine, but about and hour and a half later, a man in a blue suit would come with a boquet of white roses.
"Now, let's all clean up and meet downstairs for a couple glasses of lemonade." Quatre clasped his hands together and walked out. Trowa strolled out closing Catherine's door on his way. With a sigh, she pulled off the white fabric around her neck. Dropping it to the floor, she attacked the over dress that covered her to her wrists and went down to her ankles. Pulling it over her head, along with the sweat soaked sundress she had on underneath, all she was left in were a pair of panties and the bandaid that marred her cheek. Walking over to her suitcase, she bent over it to pull out a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts.
"Uh," Quatre paused as he cracked open the door. He wanted to ask Catherine something, but the thought fled his brain as soon as he saw the light blue lace smoothed across her wonderful bottom. Gulping, he closed his eyes and slid the door into its previous position, closed. Taking several deep breaths and some serious control, he turned and went down stairs.
By the time that Catherine joined them, the scene had gone from laid back to worrisome and tense. Rashid and several other Macagnacs were huddles around the two ex-gundam pilots speaking in hushed arabic tones.
"Trowa?" Her femenine voice cut through the growls of the men. Quatre and Trowa's head looked up to her gaze.
"Something happened Cathy." Trowa began. He was slipping into his soldier facade again when ever there was a hint of danger. In Quatre's fist was a piece fo paper that had splotches fo blood from what she could see.
"What?" She walked downt he stairs keeping her eyes cool and directed on the men. Trowa glanced to Quatre and said something in yet another language. Quatre nodded and looked back to her, in his diplomatic tone he began.
"Your camel that you were riding this noon was killed and maimed. You had forgotten some of your items on there and when Abdul went to retrieve the animal for me, he found it's body with this note shoved in its carcass. In detail they describe how they killed one of my animals how they were planning to kill my lover, or they suspect as you. We were going to see about the animal. And rund some tests. Plus we were going to send a call in to Anne about getting a team out here." He sighed. In Arabic he said something. The 4 Macagnacs nodded and the group headed out.
"I'm coming!" She exclaimed and bolted after them. Not nly did seh not want to be alone, but she also wanted to see what was the fuss about a dead camel.
"No, stay here. It's not for your eyes to see." Trowa's stoney features hardened. "Call Relena or Hilde, but no coming." He had a hand against her shoulder. His eyes softened. "Please."
"Tough." She plowed through, almost setting him off kilter. He growled, thinking ahead, he grabbed a paper bag for Catherine when she got sick.

"Well atleast she didn't puke." Quatre chuckled when he adjusted Catherine in his arms. At the sight of the camels insides not being inside, she fainted into Quatre's open arms. Trowa rolled his eyes and pulled two long rubber gloves and went to work.
"Well," He looked up letting his hands see instead of his eyes. "It must be a long blade because it went past the ribcage, and it, it has something strange, like this wasn't what killed it, because from what you said, there wasn't severe bleeding, which meant it was dead before ti was cut open. They left out how they killed it initially." Stripping off his gloves, he tossed them in a wastebasket. "I'd get her inside." He tossed at Quatre.
"Fine, I'll go put her in the foyer to wake." He left, leaving ztrowa mainly alone. Pulling out his cell phone, he punched in the private Preventers line.
"Une." Anne's terse voice came through.
"Anne, Barton here. We have a situation, on my vacation." he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Really, aren't you at the Winner estate.?"
"Yep." He sighed.
"Strange murder of one of his animals and a threat against Catherine." He sighed violently. "Another vacation gone to shit." He grumbled.
"Well, at least it wasn't as bad as Maxwell's, he got stuck in New Guinea with the natives. You nkow how he hate's people who don't bathe." She said jokingly. He chuckled.
"But, could you get me the Chang/Po team? I'd like to see what Sally has to say about this."
"I don't think you want Po out there."
"Yes, I do. Just do it! I don't want Cathy killed!" he hissed.
"Fine, they'll eb there withen 48 hours, but you will be very surprised."
"What did Chang do? Get her pregnant?" He laughed and hung up. Punching in his next number, he looked forward to this conversation more than others.
"Relena Darlian speaking."
"Hi honey." Trowa smiled at Relena's giggle.
"Hi Trowa! Aren't you supposed to be doing that male bonding stuff with Quatre?" She laughed.
"Seems like trouble likes me or Quatre. We got a dead animal and a death threat." He sighed.
"Do you want me to fly out?"
"No! No, that's the last thing I need, another target. You enjoy your time with your nephews and niece." He assured her.
"Ok. But be careful and call em with updates, ok?"
"Ok. Love you."
"Love you too, bye." She cut the connection.

Catherine awoke to see a worried Quatre studying her face. With a sheen of sweat across his brow he smiled when she opened her eyes.
"Catherine! Glad you're awake! Feel ok?" He helped her sit up against a large pillow.
"Can I have some water, please?" She croaked. Quatre nodded and rose from his kneeling position by the couch.
"Sure thing, I'll be back with some." Dusting off his knees, he turned and left. Catherine let her head fall back against the armrest of the couch.
"It's all my fault." She moaned. "If I hadn't of followed Trowa here, I wouldn't be seen as Quatre lil girlfriend. Not like he doesn't have like forty of them, but lover? I don't think he would get anyone in bed with him. He's.....he's too nice and noble for that." She talked to the ceiling. ""Wonder how brother dearest will do this time, since his baby sister is involved?" She wondered.
"Water, Ice cold." Quatre breezed in with a smile. Two glasses with a pitcher of water, was on the silver tray that he held.
"Thank you Quatre." Taking the glass he held outstretched, she took a sip. "I wonder where Trowa is, he hasn't come back yet."
"I'm right here." Trowa had appeared, he leaned against one of the stucko walls with his arms crossed and a stoic face on. "Wufei and Sally are coming tomorrow to be on guard and help figure out how the camel was killed. In the meantime, since this 'group' thinks you and Quatre are lovers....." He let the statement hang.
"You don't mean....." Catherine sputtered.
"In bed?!" Quatre paled. Their heads snapped toward each other.
"I have to sleep with you?!"


Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ! ooooh will the shy and noble quatre follow along or will Cathy run away screaming? Next! Now if anyone has any better ideas for a title I'm very much welcome to them. Because I was gonna call it ' The camel with no name.' LoL j/k well review and tell me what cha' think? okies?