Chapter Two
The next morning Rashid informed the aristocratic heir of an approaching Mobile Suit.
When Quatre rushed to the appropriate window for the direction, he was ecstatic to note it was a suit he knew only to well.
"It's Heavyarms! Trowa's coming!" he almost shouted before dashing to the Suit bay where his own Sandrock was located.
He reached it just as the slightly brown suit arrived and entered.
Quatre took a good look at it and noted with disdain the brown was because it was covered in sand from head to toe.
That wasn't going to be fun to clean with those hundreds of gun barrels.
Just then the cockpit opened... Or at least tried too.
After only opening a few feet, the hatch gears came to a grinding halt, the sand and rocks preventing it from moving any farther.
Quatre could hear the faint curse and then saw the door give another inch or so before it stopped.
Trowa almost grumbled to himself about the unfairness of it all.
Just because his transport car had decided to tip over and break down he had been forced to walk his suit over the remaining 10 miles, not that on itself was very bad no... The fact that he had bruised his ribs and gotten every inch of Heavyarms covered in sand was!
Quatre could feel his boyfriend's irritation all the way to the ground shouted up "Hey Trowa go to spot 4 at the walkway we'll get your hinges free of sand so you can get out!"
A grunt was his only reply before the massive Gundam started to move to spot 4.
After several hours of hard labour, a much relieved Trowa exited from his prison, immediately asking for a bathroom. Amused, Quatre led his comrade to the suite they would share for the next several days. The blond asked if he was injured and Trowa replied in the negative. Quatre then offered to 'help' him wash but again the answer was a soft decline, this time however he was blushing a bit knowing only to well what his love had in mind.
"well I'll go see about some food in that case." Quatre said before disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
During the walk to lunch Quatre almost interrogated him.
"So what happened? Have a fight with a sand monster?" he asked while chuckling a bit at remembering the relief on Trowa's face when the hatch finally opened.
"Nah. Transporter decided it wanted to defy the gravity laws." Trowa said while wrapping one of his arms around his ribs.
The other one was slung around Quatre's shoulders.
Quatre however noticed the motion.
"What did you do?" he demanded.
"Transporter made a flip and launched me, just a couple of bruises!" and as if needed to prove it he released his ribs and pulled Quatre closer.
Quatre felt like he was drowning in a sea of love at that moment.