Me: Heys! I'm back again! I first of all I want to thank all the people that reviewed the prologue that's like the most I've ever gotten for just one chapter!

Kristen: SO what are you doing about muses? Kayla, Tatiana, Tala, Derek and Jason are all on vacation.

Me: I know I know, I said I had something planned. Its all taken are of!

Kristen: So who are the poor...um lucky souls?

Me: ~tries to snap fingers` ahh forget this! It's the Gundam Boys! ~All 5 appear out of nowhere.

Duo: What happened?

Me: See I told you I had it taken care of!

Wufei: Who are you woman?

Me: I'm Ezri aka Mistress Of Anime! And for this story your all my muses! Muhahahahah!

Kristen: ~to G-Boys~ don't worry she doesn't own Gundam Wing. If she did, you would have joined us a lot sooner.

~All Gundam Boys sweatdrop.~

~*~Chapter 1~*~

//Flashback//

"Talking"

~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~

Trowa slowly slipped into Quatre's hospital room, careful as to not wake the sleeping form. He, on the other hand seemed far from any sleep that he may have hoped for only an hour earlier. Trowa sighed heavily as he sat down in the chair next to Quatre's bed, reaching to brush a few stands of hair form the slightly bruised face. He still couldn't believe it. It was nearly impossible to believe.

Quatre had been raped. Beaten then horribly raped. The doctor had also told Trowa that his love had been found half naked on the side of a street, where some Good Samaritan had gotten the Arabian to the hospital, and now he lay with an IV slowly dripping into an arm.

Trowa sighed once more as he rested his chin upon his hand, he would try and call the others in the morning. He really didn't feel like calling around at 10:30pm on Christmas Eve, only to say what had happened to Quatre.

While watching the other closely, sleep came finally to Trowa with his hand in Quatre's.

///The other group didn't treat him like this. They had partially raised him as if he was their entire son. The perfect emotionless, name-less solider. Maybe that was why the new group of mercenaries did this to him. Because he had be raised not to care.

All in all, No-name couldn't blame them. Women were often never involved with the rebel group. And the rebel group never seemed to get around to finding them-selves real women, so this is what they did to him.

He never called out in pain, disgrace. He barley even truly understood what it was that they were doing, even after he was burned in the back leaving a mark. He had fallen asleep again, was they did what they pleased to his body. Compared to them he was so small, and fragile. So much as Quatre seemed like...//

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Quatre slowly open his eyes, light filtered in from the hallway, and the streetlights below the room window, he felt completely lost; then, as his eyes adjusted to the little light, he could make-out the sound of an IV drip, and what might have been a heart monitor. A hospital.

He closed his eyes, but reopened them quickly once again.

///Strong, rugged hands forced him back down onto the bare mattress. Quatre fought as best has he could, but the man over powered him easily. He felt as if he was slowly being stripped of everything. His clothes were already long gone, now it was his dignity. ///

NO! He wouldn't remember, he couldn't.

Quatre rolled to his one side, forgetting about the IV that was in his one arm and yelping pain, (A/N: I've done this, had one in my arm.it does hurt to do that!). Every part of his body seemed to hurt in some way; he barely noticed the hand holding his opposite one to the IV.

"Trowa," he whispered softly to himself, it seemed about as much sound as his vocal cords could make. Quatre moved back onto his back, the only way he could comfortably lie down.

He watched Trowa's sleeping form contently for a few moments, and then Quatre grasped the hand tighter and let go, falling back into a dreamless sleep.

Though Trowa was deep in his own slumber he returned the gesture, never pulling his hand away for a moment.

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Me: Yeahs! I so love this story! Hehe, anyways just a few quick notes: 1) I TRY and update once a week. Keyword being TRY. I'm currently on chapter.4 I think. Also length of the chapters depends on how long I feel like making them, and what mood I'm in. So you never know.

Wufei: What have you done to us woman?

Me: What? I've done nothing! Your just my muses!

Quatre: What are we suppose to do then?

Duo: Hey! I found a book! "Muses For Fanfiction Authoresses for Dummies" says here we just talk before and after a story.

Kristen: Oh.don't worry. Ezri will do more than that.

Me: Don't forget to R+R! All flames will be used to heat the communications room at Medway!