A/N: Yes, this is the chapter that was up originally and I took it down. But now I know what I'm going and this is going to be the start of the QuatreXOC that I needed to start before. Special thanks goes out to StormyMonday and Truish for causing the majority vote to be for Quatre! Also, I worked at the end for a different kind of ending. You'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no profit from this, but I do own Simbi Treva Bettos, so please ask if you want to use her, ok?

"Who are you?" Quatre's tongue fumbled around the words, he just saw the dark-eyed girl in the door of his room. He didn't know her, he was sure of that, but she didn't want to harm him, evidently.

"I'm Simbi. Simbi Treva Bettos." The girl smiled placidly at him, taking steps towards his bed. She was tall for a girl, maybe 5'8 1/2 and lithe, like a ballet dancer.

Rashid stepped inside Quatre's room, studying the girl. Both he and Quatre could tell Simbi wasn't a threat in the least bit, but they both still needed to be on their guard.

"I heard you had a rough day, Quatre-honey." Simbi took the last step towards Quatre's bed and sat beside his feet. "I heard one of the other Gundam pilots self destructed. That must've been terrible for you."

"Stop trying to provoke him." Rashid growled, pulling a gun from his holster.

"I'm not trying to provoke him at all." Simbi blinked her big, dark brown eyes at Rashid, clearly confused by this turn in events, but not worried. In her eyes, he might as well have been pointing a carrot at her, because she wasn't scared. "I just want Quatre to feel better."

Rashid took a few moments to contemplate this, while Quatre dived headfirst into the situation.

"Are you a prostitute ma'am?" He sat up, studying the girl. She didn't look like a prostitute, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, but Quatre couldn't be sure, he'd never seen one himself.

"No, of course not." Simbi patted Quatre's hand. "I'm just someone who wants to help you out. You just seem like you need someone to talk to sometimes, that's all. I'm merely a friend. And don't call me ma'am, I'm only 15."

"Come here... Simbi." Rashid made a motion to try and get the girl to come towards him. "I'm going to find out if you really aren't a threat to Master Quatre."

"She's not." Quatre smiled at Simbi, he had already put his trust in her. "Trust me, Rashid. It'll be ok if she stays."

"I'll trust you, Master Quatre." Rashid eyed this girl, Simbi, one last time before he slipped out of Quatre's room.

"Are you a spy?" Quatre asked, as honest as he could possibly be.

"No, just a friend." Simbi put her hand over her heart. "I swear I won't turn on you. I'm merely here to help you out. I just think it's hard on that battlefield, killing people and such. I think you could use a friend who's not on your fighting team. Don't you?"

Quatre wasn't exactly sure what to make of this girl yet, because though she seemed so harmless, she could still turn on him. He needed to be cautious, Quatre told himself, even as the girl hugged him tightly, stroking his hair and humming a lullaby.

But he wanted her to be real, to be telling the truth, he knew that.

He knew that all too well.

On the flipside, Simbi had a dark secret, one that she didn't intend to tell for a long while, or at all if possible...

A/N: I did edit the end in an attempt to lead into the plot a little bit better than I originally did. Anyway, drop me a comment if you want to, I'd love to hear from my readers. Thank you so much for reading!