Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

A/N: I write this in between studying. So this was done in my breaks, which is why its short. It is also short because I have never written a 3x4 before and so I wanted to know if I got the personalities right or not before writing down 4000 words on it.

This is a prologue. Hope you like. But please be critical, I need to know if Trowa is right or not. He's my weakest point and hence I chose to write from his point of view (in a way)

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: What If

Posted on 24th Nov 2007

"The war is over Trowa." Duo said to the green-eyed boy as they watched their Gundams being taken to space to be destroyed. "Finally huh?" He said when he saw Trowa smile slightly.

"I would never have thought we'd survive… all of us." Quatre said and Trowa turned to look at him. He'd been falling in love with him since the first time they met and they'd played music together… and now… the war was over. Maybe he could confess? Tell him how he felt for the gentle boy…

"Quatre I…"

"Yo! Heero and I are going to go celebrate! You have to come with us!" Duo announced as he dragged the unwilling Japanese with him.

Quatre placed a warm hand on Trowa's shoulder. "Let's go or he'll leave us behind."

"I have to talk to you about something Quatre…" He said quickly and Quatre stopped to look at him.

"What is it Trowa?"

"I was just wondering… I like you… Do you… would you…?" He couldn't get the actual question out and he looked away, suddenly shy. Quatre laughed gently.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." He said as he reached up and kissed him lightly. "I like you too… a lot…" He said as Trowa smiled and kissed him more deeply.

'There's a change in his vitals doctor!'

He hugged Quatre closer feeling his warmth seep into his arms. He had never thought he'd survive the wars long enough to actually be with him.

'Is he waking up? Can you hear me Mr. Bloom?'

And to think that Quatre would feel the same way about him!

'Can you hear me?'

When he finally let go of Quatre he felt immensely satisfied. He felt like his world was complete and now he didn't care what the future held as long as he had the smaller boy in his arms.

Suddenly there was a flash of light and his eye was pried open. In front of him was a flashlight blinding him and he weakly turned his head away from it.

"He's awake! This is a miracle! He's returned from the coma!" Someone announced and Trowa slowly opened his eyes wondering what's going on. The light in the room assaulted his eyes and he quickly shut them again.

"How are you feeling Mr. Bloom?" Someone asked and he opened his eyes again. The room was darker now. There was a doctor standing in front of him looking him over critically.

"Wh…" He swallowed thickly, his throat felt dry and rough with disuse. Someone held a straw against his lips and he swallowed gratefully, feeling the cool water soothe his throat immensely. "What's going on?"

"You are at the hospital. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked.

"My head hurts… feel weak…"

"That's normal, we'll give you some painkillers in a little bit. Do you know your name?"

"Trowa Barton." He said. The doctor looked a little worried but Trowa ignored him. "Where are the others?"

"The others?"

"Quatre… Heero, Duo, Wufei… where are they? Are they hurt? Why am I in the hospital?" He asked feeling sudden panic settle in. If he was in the hospital and none of the other guys were here with him… maybe they were hurt too?

"What is the last thing you remember Mr. Barton?" The doctor asked scribbling frantically on a little notepad.

'Kissing Quatre' "The gundams… they were sent to be destroyed…"

"The gundams?" The doctor raised his eyebrow at that. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

The doctor looked at a nurse and nodded. She seemed to get the message and she left. He returned his attention to Trowa.

"It may come as a shock to you Mr. Barton, but you're eighteen years old and your real name is Triton Bloom. You've been in a coma for the past three years. You've been visited only by your sister Catherine Bloom and gundums are robots in a comic book."

Trowa stared at him. This is a bad, bad joke.

"Where's Quatre?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Quatre Raberba Winner. He's blond, about 156 cm, has blue eyes, an innocent smile. He's the heir of Winner Enterprises. Piloted Sandrock."

"I'm afraid I don't know who you're talking about-"

"Duo Maxwell. Also 156 cm, brunette, violet eyes, mischievous, was involved in the Maxwell church fire." Doctor shook his head again. "Wufei Chang…"

"Stop Mr. Bloom. You'll strain yourself. I do not recognize any of the names you have stated."

"This is a joke… this is a joke." Trowa chanted to himself.

"I'll have you referred to a psychiatrist. But I believe that you may have just seen an elaborate dream." The doctor said. "I'll leave you to rest for a little while. Maybe you'll feel better after you've recovered a bit more." He said before leaving.

Trowa held his head in his hands. "This can't be happening… Quatre…"

A/N: I've been toying with this plot for AGES. I finally got down to writing it. It's not perfect but usually the story tends to figure itself out eventually. And don't worry, Quatre's not ENTIRELY Trowa's imagination.