This is my first Gundam Wing fanfic. I dedicate this to authors who have inspired me for years to write Gundam Wing fanfics such as Misanagi, Keara, FableSpinner, ShineQ, and many, many more that I love re-reading their works over and over.

Pairings: 3x4, 1x2x5, eventual 1x2x3x4x5, TreizexUne, ZechsxNoin, RelenaxDorothy

Warnings: Yaoi, yuri, Mild language use, innuendos,

No lemons, limes etc.

Quatre's face looked heartbroken as he peered down upon the person kneeling before him. His eyes held deep sorrow at what was to be done. It seemed that one of his lovers from his harem had betrayed him and took other servants with him. The one before Quatre revealed that news, and it honestly broke his heart since he would have to deem his lover a traitor now. Sitting on the throne in a slump he pressed the palm of his hand to his cheek and his elbow to the arm of the throne.

"Are you certain he went to the enemy?"

The banged young man nodded his head. Only one green eye showed but out of respect for his king and lover he did not gaze upon him. After all it would be disrespectful to do such a thing while they talked of the affairs of the kingdom.

"Oh Trowa…I can't believe Zechs would do this to us…He took Noin and Une with him as well?"

"Yes my prince. I'm afraid he did. Your father will not be pleased by this."

Quatre nodded his head knowing his banged lover was right. His father would not be pleased at all by this. Looking at his lover Quatre opened his arms.

"Trowa, please…I can't be alone right now. "

Trowa stood tall and gangly before his prince and moved over to pick Quatre up gently by his darms. He carried the tired prince to his bedroom and settled him upon the bed. Quatre's eyes were half closed as he snuggled against the silken sheets. His room was encased with colors of lavender, aqua and gold. A beautiful room for a beautiful person.

As the prince settled into what Trowa would assume to be an uneasy rest he heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in." He spoke, his voice rich like the sweetest chocolate.

Slipping in through the door was Rashid. A tall muscled man who controlled the guards that watched over Quatre. They called themselves the Maganaucs and gladly called Quatre master for their own reasons. Trowa gladly called Quatre master for his own as well and he knew they would have to protect his prince.

"I overheard rumors that Zechs fled with Noin and Une to Lord Treize. Is this true?" Rashid's voice was deep and low as he did not wish to disturb the slumbering prince.

Trowa gave a single nod and went back to stroking Quatre's hair gently. "We will need to be on guard. Who knows what Zechs or even Lord Treize plans to do. We've known for some time that Une has also been seeing Lord Treize."

Rashid rubbed his chin gently in thought. "I heard of a group of missionaries. They call themselves the Preventers. They are supposed to be really good at their job. What do you think?"

The Preventers.

Trowa had heard of them from stories and myths that surrounded their legendary battle skills. If they were indeed a real group then they would be needed in assistance to ward off Lord Treize. Quatre was strong, he as not weak but Trowa wasn't about to let his lover try to redeem what was lost to him alone. For Quatre was very sensitive in other's emotions and with that knowledge most likely given to Lord Treize Trowa worried that it would be used against the prince.

"Yes, get these Preventers. We need any assistance we can get. Lord Treize is not someone who would sit idle and ready to be attacked. I'm sure he has something up his sleeve to try to obtain the kingdom from Quatre's father. And you know Quatre; he will try to get to Zechs and the others first. He cannot let go what and who he loves."

Rashid gave a nod and called in a messenger to find the Preventers. They needed to meet, for the guard feared that there was going to be war soon and he knew that Quatre was going to be the center of attention. After all, he is the next one to be chosen to rule Shay'rea's lands.

Bowing, Rashid left the room quickly and shut the door behind him, leaving the two lovers alone. Trowa would be the one to pull Quatre out from the darkness. That was something Rashid was certain of the most.

Continuing stroking the prince's blonde hair he would never leave the prince's side. If these Preventers could be found they might b an important asset in helping him protect what is