AN: So, a Gundam Wing kick gave me some really good ideas to write. Man, does it feel good to be able to express myself again~! I decided to do a bunch of drabbles on different characters in different time scopes and with a few different circumstances. It's thirty drabble prompts, from where I don't remember.

Some of them shall be short, others long as heck. It all depends on how the prompt strikes me. I'm also generally a Het fan, but if an idea comes to me, I'll write something with a yaoi or threesome pairing too. This is my personal preference, so please don't message or review me with comments on how so and so don't belong together, it should be ~ x ~.

If you don't like it, don't read it. Or better yet, write a version of something that suits you and your tastes. That's the beautiful thing about this site ;).

General notice for this fic and all its chapters: I don't own Gundam Wing in any way, I just like the characters and placing them in the circumstances of my choosing. I love critiques, but leave the flames for the fireplace.

It's a Matter of the Heart: Gundam Wing Drabbles

Prompt 21: Note

The metallic swish of the automatic door echoed. He didn't bother to look up. He'd pretend to be asleep, and maybe some God, if one existed in his self induced hell, would grace him with a favor, leaving him in peace. His previous mission had deviated from the original timeline, and he just landed scarcely four hours ago with his partner at headquarters. The Sandman was the only gentleman deserving of his attentions.

"Hey, Barton. Get up. There's a meeting at 08:00. The commander says all field operative Preventers must attend. Even that god forsaken woman will be there." The Chinese man started mumbling to himself as he exited the other's quarters, his obligation complete. The soldier tucked away in his bed didn't bother to speak. Both he and his comrade knew the message was received.

Having no option, said man slowly untangled the sheets from his legs and gracefully sat up. He glanced at his table clock, noting he had about half an hour till the meeting. The shower was his destination then, assuming he didn't want to offend his fellow pilots with his odors after coming back from that . . . mission. He chuckled underneath his breath, recalling the time Duo, fresh from a gas breakage situation, arrived without an opportunity to clean up, and was repeatedly harassed by Wufei for his 'bomb manufacturing' stench.

The muscular pilot went about his plan, quickly showering and dressing in a freshly pressed uniform, as per required. He tried to fix his offending mop of hair, but like it's typical, misbehaved manner, his locks jutted and covered his left field of vision. So much for any potential luck today. He left it alone, only combing his hair free of any tangles. Getting ready to leave his quarters, he scanned his room briefly for any inconsistencies. And there, innocently sitting on his night table, was a folded paper. Moving toward his bed, he picked up the unoffending scrap and sat upon his messy covers to read the curvy writing.

"20:00. Q6-3-13. 64334. Be comfy. ~M"

He couldn't help the smirk trying to break onto his face. So that's what had the Altron's pilot so irritated. She was back from her mission and obviously being forced to attend this meeting too. Well, looks like any plans to relax for this evening were cancelled. Pocketing the note, the Heavyarms pilot exited his room, bubbling with anticipation.

When he arrived at the conference room, he wasn't surprised to see Heero, Wufei, and Sally sitting together near the door. Heero, however impossible it seemed, was always in attendance first, even if you saw him elsewhere beforehand. His skill truly made him the perfect soldier, even when he wasn't trying. Wufei and Sally, bantering as usual, also made a habit of arriving early to meetings because of their fighting tendencies. Sally, who took all her partner's jests in stride, easily set the Chinese man off with her powerful wit, and if she didn't hold out until they were where they needed to be, you could expect the two to arrive very late, with a one-sided shouting match.

What did surprise him was that his partner, the heir to the Winner legacy, was already sitting there, albeitly worn and sleep deprived. Making his way silently to the open chair next to the Sandrock pilot, he nodded toward their Gundam leader and his other friends present. Heero nodded minutely back, while Wufei gave a smirk before returning to Sally, who called out a 'Good morning Trowa'. Sitting beside Quatre, Trowa whispered a morning to his Arabic friend.

"Good morning Trowa. Unfortunate that we didn't even get a chance to rest up a tad before this meeting huh?" The blonde smiled tiredly as he situating his head on his folded arms. Trowa nodded. He could relate to how drained his partner felt; hopefully they both will have a chance to spend their next few days off in peace. He glanced at the door as it released to reveal the braided pilot of the Deathsythe Hell and his perky fiancée, Hilde Schbeiker, walking in with their hands intertwined and chatting about something.

It surprised everyone, most especially Duo, when the former OZ pilot joined the Preventers, and provided exceptional results on the flight tests. Apparently she trained hard to be at the combative level of a gundam pilot after the Libra incident, much to Duo's dismay. As was told to Trowa by his partner, Hilde had to fight tooth and nail against her boyfriend's protests concerning her safety for eight months before he accepted her as a permanent member to the Preventer staff. Trowa was happy for her; they had gone on a few missions together and with her defensive capabilities he was grateful for the way she watched a comrade's back.

The two chorused their hellos and cracked some jokes as they situated themselves within their group of friends. Next to follow the chatty pair was a few newer members to the force, but the clown performer gave them little thought. He set his eyes inconspicuously on the female soldier entering while speaking to Quatre, his stomach fluttering gently at the sight. His partner noted his averted gaze and grinned at the target Trowa was following.

"That's exciting Trowa, Middie's back from her mission; we should get together and celebrate!" Though listening to his partner, Trowa didn't respond. He wordlessly pulled out the folded piece from his pant pocket and gently passed along his note into the Arabic blonde's palm. A little surprised at the contact, Quatre looked down at his hand before opening the paper and reading the contents. He smiled mischievously and handed the note back.

"An evening rendezvous on her first evening back? My Trowa, what's been going on that you haven't bothered to tell me, hmmm?" He chuckled at his best friend's expense, but the Heavyarms pilot was not offended. After all, he teased him about his relationship with the Catalonia heir often enough, and Quatre understood his former relationship with the blonde girl from his childhood.

Middie had once sold out the band of mercenaries Trowa, who at the time was nameless and alone, traveled with. He hadn't seen her after that incident, didn't even think she was still alive. Yet, a few months after the Gundam pilots joined the Preventers organization, he started taking into account this blonde Preventer who provided mission details to all the field operatives. He didn't even recognize her at first, for Middie had ditched her long golden locks for a shorter, wispy haircut with disobedient bangs. She also seemed very put together, nothing like the flighty girl who cooked for his mercenary guardians. After an incident where Quatre unintentionally made the connection between the two of them, they both kept a cold mask between their relationship until Middie apologized for her selfish and ultimately foolish childhood behavior.

Since then, the two attempted to reconcile and become the close friends they once were, back during a terrible war zone situation where children we asked to grow up too fast. And if Trowa admitted it to himself, they did share a semblance of a normal relationship. They hung out together frequently when missions were completed, and shared events that were considered 'family affairs'. Middie had ultimately lost her father and brothers in the AC 195 war, and then joined the Preventers as a Resourcer, or a field operative that functioned like a spy; she gathered all the essential information that other Preventers utilize in their debunking of threats to the world's peace. Sally and Wufei, both falling into the same category, were her closest associates.

Middie positioned herself to Heero's left while passing him a folder. New details on a mission, Trowa supposed. Those two always discussed Preventer matters privately, as if their infallible leader and the resident spy were on a level beyond any of the others, which quite honestly could be true. Quatre cleared his throat to catch his partner's unwavering attention, motioning his head towards a beautiful woman entering with a stern look and full binder caressed in her arms. Her Preventer uniform suited her perfectly, as if it was made for her authority to lead such a ragtag group of once terrorists. Lady Une set up her space and connected the video communications link to a few systems, allowing for their fellow Preventer pilots on Mars to join their get together.

The meeting was long, but informative, and left everyone feeling better. It seems that each team that was sent to usurp the minor uprisings was successful and no harm would befall the colonies or Earth for a bit. After such reassurances and report submissions, new missions were handed out to on duty Preventers and everyone left the meeting to go about their lives. Quatre and Trowa had lingered to speak with Heero, Duo, and Wufei about a get together Relena was throwing for her friends during the holiday season, and then too went to rest themselves after being deprived. When Trowa awoke to his alarm he set earlier that morning after his return to his quarters, he lay in bed briefly thinking about the note from this morning.

His motivation back, Trowa decided to linger in his sweat pants and muscle shirt, throwing on a black hoodie to give a little more warmth, and tucked his feet into his boots. He was on his down time so he didn't mind his appearance as he usually would. Very few Preventers would be around to see him, and his message did request he remain comfortable. Grabbing the note off his bedside table, he glanced at the letter once more.

"20:00. Q6-3-13. 64334". The first number set was obviously the time, while the following numbers were his location. Q6 was the sixth housing quarters building for Preventers, with room 13 on the third floor his destination. The last set of numbers was most likely his host's door lock number. So, he was supposed to let himself in huh? Glancing back to his table, the digital clock read 19:45, just enough time to make it there. Leaving his room in a decent state, Trowa ventured to his destination, arriving just before the hall clock struck 20:00. He punched in the code from his note, and the auto locked door slid open.

Stepping inside and removing his shoes and hoodie at the entrance, Trowa registered it was dark, almost as if no one was present. But his trained ears picked up the intake and expulsion of air from his left so using his catlike grace he shadowed the wall into a bedroom, whereupon a lump was tucked away within the warm cocoon of blankets. The muscular pilot smiled and made his way forward, leaning over the lump to brush its bangs gently. The figure stirred, but did not rise; it instead shuffled back, and Trowa couldn't hide his smirk at the antic.

He climbed into the freed space and brought the girl into arms, chin resting atop her head. The said girl sleepily threw the blanket over his form and snuggled closer into his grasp, mumbling incoherent words. The one word he did pick up was his name breathily called from the person affixed in his limbs. He was filled with a warmth inside his heart and content peace within his ravaged mind. It had been days since he last felt so at peace. Funny that there was a God in his self induced hell, Trowa thought; she was his higher calling.

He closed his eyes; they would talk in the morning after they both slept off their weariness. It was always something Middie did with her notes to him - she taught him life's little pleasures.

~Fin~