Hello Gundam Wing fandom... i'm back after like... 1000 years...

Summary:

10 years since the last major set of battles, since the gundams Quatre's path seemed to derail as soon as it got going. His sisters took over the family business. He was uprooted from earth and moved to a colony furthest away from everyone. Working a day to day job as an engineer, on medication for health problems, and struggling with a boring diet. It had been five years since he backed out of being a preventer, and expressed feelings for his dearest friend. Only he was inadvertently rejected. Leading a somewhat dull life, Quatre is unaware of the cage he's in until Duo and Trowa decide to crash in.

Warnings:

Some sexual content (Lime), light graphic content, MxM relationship

Pairings:

3 x 4, light mentions o and 1 x R/2 x H

There was a knock at the door around noon, waking him from his rough nap. His fatigue dulled his anxiety, not caring who was at the door. For two seconds he figured it was an inspection.

He hit the security two-way camera view screen on the side of the door. He was greeted by a figure with a hooded jacket and baseball hat on. Their face shielded by the bill of the hat and the sides of the jacket.

"W-who is it?" Quatre demanded, now fully awake from his blood rushing.

"Let me in Quatre.." The other didn't look up.

"I-I cant do that." He looked at the alarm button. His hand inching towards it, but yet too frozen.

"I am asking nice, instead of just coming in by myself." The other sunk their hands further in the jacket pocket.

"I will alert the authorities, please remove your hands from your coat!" Quatre demanded.

The other complied, empty hands went up and within view.

"Who are you?"

"I'll tell you when I come in." The other said. "C'mon man…"

"You tell me now, or I'll hit the security switch."

"I already disabled the switch yesterday, go ahead Quatre." The only present smile on the other's face grew.

Blood pressure began to sky-rocket as Quatre frantically pressed the button, but no security message came up on screen. In his frenzied state he pressed the unlock button and the screen went black as the door unlocked.

He was going to be killed, one of the anti-war fanatics that pulled a gun out on him a year ago was back to kill him. He was frozen in his spot as he sunk down against the wall outside his front door.

"It's been a while Quatre."

"Just kill me, get on with it." Quatre's voice was so low he was unsure it was even his own. He was succumbing to defeat. He was the only pilot who remained in chains. Dogs on chains die faster than wild ones.

"I'm not here to kill you, stop being melodramatic." The voice said and patted Quatre's shoulder.

Quatre looked up and saw the grinning face of the enigmatic Duo Maxwell. "Oh goddess what the hell?" He reached over to hit the door lock but another came through the door, stalling it.

"Good to see you too blondie." He glanced over. "Trowa and I are crashing for a short spell, but you gotta be quiet about this ok?" He put his finger over his lips.

Quatre glanced at the ever quiet Trowa who was just as covered as Duo setting down a box and fiddling with something. "Sure, wait…" He felt his stomach tighten. "This… isn't illegal stuff is it?"

"Pshhh.. what? Psshh.. nah." Duo shrugged and grinned. "We just wanna stay under some noses and we wont cause you any grief, they've already done your inspection this month right?" Duo looked around, inspecting the apartment a bit.

"They did one last month, the next one isn't for three weeks." Quatre replied, again glancing at what Trowa was doing.

Duo grabbed his attention by dragging him towards the kitchen. "Good, whatcha got in your kitchen man?" He asked.

Quatre smiled and tried to relax some. "Not much, just the normal colony food."

"Not where I was expecting to find you rich boy." Duo commented.

"Not rich, I'm just a worker like the rest of the people here." He whispered.

"OH! That reminds me, as appreciation, we brought you compensation for our little intrusion. When we're done, we'll get out of your hair and leave no evidence." Duo grinned and grabbed one of the bottles of water.

"Done… with what?" He glanced back at Trowa who finally looked up.

"This and that.. what are the pills for?" Duo asked.

"This and that." He had to look away and he went to the counter to lean. His jaw was tightly crushing his teeth together, ears ringing from the pressure.

"We'll keep it to that then." Duo said and winked. "Less than twenty four hours, promise."

"Alright." Quatre trusted them, he wasn't about to join them by not knowing what they were up to. "If you need the restroom, its down the hall to the right."

"Good, Trowa! You have some really funky, musty smells! Please, go take a shower and spend at least twenty minutes scrubbing yourself because if I have to spend forty-eight hours on the flight back to earth with that stank I'm going to strangle you." He muttered something under his breath.

Trowa rolled his eyes. "Do you mind Quatre?"

Quatre shook his head quickly. "N-no.. go ahead."

"Thanks.." Trowa glared in Duo's direction and headed towards the bathroom.

"We missed ya man." Duo grinned. "Sucks you're sitting here like some caged bird, branded and wings clipped and all."

"I wouldn't be able to keep up.." Quatre looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "Anxiety and headaches.. and a pill to help me eat from the side effects of the anxiety pill." He finally explained. "Family got me to a doctor to normalize me, but then I was unfit to lead the Winner Foundation, so I was kicked."

"Harsh," Duo shook his head. "We all kept you out because you're a diplomat, come to find you sitting here being a working vet. Your fucking blood type is public knowledge."

The blonde nodded. "I've had my share of guns pulled on me."

"Same here man, but most of them were government and international military guns." Duo pulled up his shirt. "This was from three months ago." He said showing off his scar. "We all got them, you don't wanna see my ass."

Quatre laughed lightly. "I'm not going to ask what you're doing, but it's not going to hurt anyone right?"

"Nah, may make your job a bit harder, but nothing but send a bit of a message." Duo grinned. "Can you go steal that guy's clothes, they need washing. I'll probably hop in after him if you don't mind. We'll leave you some money for the utility bill."

"It's not a problem." Quatre got up and walked away from Duo's grinning face. He lightly knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Trowa, I'll take your clothes and launder them. They'll be done before you get done."

"Go ahead and come in." Came through the door.

Quatre kept his head down as he opened the door after it was unlocked. He grabbed the clothes that had been folded on the floor.

"Thanks, Quatre."

Instinctually he glanced up, and saw Trowa silhouetted through the shower doors, and quickly looked back down. "A-anytime Trowa." He quickly slipped back out and wished he could get that image that burned in his head out. That stupidity was coming back.

He put the clothes through the wash and took Duo's socks and coat to add to it.

Duo looked up and his cheesy grin was ever present. "Snuck a peek?" He asked.

Quatre was confused at first and then flushed. "Wh-what? No.." He said quickly.

Duo just laughed. "Yeah."

Quatre took the clothes to the washer, the machine would wash, dry and press everything within a short amount of time. Which was good for when he'd forget to wash his uniform. When it was done he made a face, a rampant thought that he dismissed and tossed away. He folded the clothes and lightly knocked. Hearing the shower had stopped, he took the folded clothes back to the bathroom door.

The door opened. "Thanks." Trowa had a towel held up around his waist.

Quatre's eyes remained off to the side. "Anytime." He held out the clothes for the other to take.

"Hey, Quatre you like Trowa's hair cut?" Duo called out.

Quatre's eyes looked up, he hadn't really looked Trowa in the eyes in a few years. He glanced at the other's head. He still kept the same style, however the sides had been shaven a few weeks before, so there was a little bit of grow out. "Looks… good." Quatre broke his gaze and headed down the hall as casually as he could.

"Duo, you going to shower?" Trowa said as he came out finally, he pulled down his shirt as he walked in. He lightly smacked the back of the long haired male's head.

Duo chuckled. "Yeah, I'm going.. I'll throw my clothes out into the hall for you Quatre."

"Alright," Quatre said, drinking a bit of water. He went to the hall and waited for the clothes to get tossed out. Remaining quiet as he heard the shower starting. He took the clothes and sent them through the wash and was glad that it didn't really cost him too much for all the extra water being used. He glanced over his shoulder at Trowa who had sat back down at the case they had brought in.

Trowa's head turned to the side, feeling the eyes on him.

Their last moment together was awkward, it ran through Quatre's head on occasion. It had been the last time they saw each other. Five years after they had finally detonated the Gundams. They decided to do a memorial meet up one last time at the spot where they laid waste to the machines. Heero hadn't shown up, so it was just the four of them. Wufei was his normal bitter self, and Duo got wasted on alcohol he brought. When they went their separate ways, Duo and Trowa got a ride from Quatre's driver back to the shuttle port. It wasn't the fact that Duo was chiding the two of them about something, nor the insecurity that Heero was probably just late and would resent them later for not being there when he finally showed up.

It was what Quatre said to Trowa. The last conversation they had that created the tension between them.

Thank you for reading!

I hope you enjoy and definitely let me know what you think!

Next Time:

"Maybe, and thank you for suggesting this, I think it was a good idea." He looked down at the blonde. "What are you going to do now?"

"Well I'm the head of the Winner family, I guess I'll go do that stuff, be a diplomat." Quatre stopped and shrugged. "What about you?" he asked.