Story name: I believe

Rate: T, maybe later M

Disclaimer: If I did own GW or The Fast and the Furious (1-2 and 3), Torque or Elfquest, I'd be rich. But I don't/cries/

Warning: this story contains Yaoi (3x4) het. and machinery.

Begun to wonder about the names? Here's something to help you out just in case:

Quatre Rabarbe Winner aka Altaïr Vega: Altaïr means flying eagle in Arab, Vega means falling eagle in the same language. Small description about how he feels with Trowa and without.

Trowa Barton aka Firenze Yeyeen: just needed some names…

Nightfall gang:

Wirrenth Prye: younger sister of Rinox, autistic, test pilot of the several systems that Timothy designed, computer designer. Name derived from an Elfquest character's soul name

Rinox Prye: Elder brother of Wirrenth, leader of the Nightfall Gang, names derived from rhinoceros and ox and an Elfquest's character's soul name

Timothy Rome: Engineer of Rinox' team, allergic to red colors in food; he gets hyperactive due to that. I just like the names

Terry Damaster: once second had of Rinox, now last in rank, read chappie 2 for explanations. Didn't know why I picked those names…

Alane: Rinox lady friend, name derived from a TV-show in the Netherlands, the girl of tomorrow

Triage: friend of Rinox and racing buddy. Often works solo. Don't know why I picked the name… It just sounded good.

Chapter:-3- And I don't know the meaning of fear

How many days had passed by he couldn't tell. He was awake, and Wufei guarded him. Like a sentinel he stood there, the presence of the Chinese warrior was enough for him, for now. Mist covered the enormous garden and made it a bit romantic. Wufei stood there, still and silent like a statue, surrounded by several imaginary foes. His muscular body, well toned and slightly tanned skin, his dark hair and his clothes made him look like a warrior of the ancient times. The forgotten times. The way he turned his head slightly gave Quatre a sign that Wufei knew were Quatre was, that he woke up from his sleep. But was he truly awake?

Silent he charged at his imaginary foes. The first was a surprise attack. His legs proved to be formidable weapons, strong and swift, he threw them in the thin air and defeated a foe. The second apparently charged by jumping forward to defeat him in the second he looked down upon the fallen foe. With his fists he defended himself and then he took out his dao. Graceful he danced with his foe until the foe fell to the ground, defeated as the first. Now the other foes waited for a second to charge. Wufei proved to be way stronger and dangerous. A dragon as Trowa had described him once. "He defends them he loves, and destroys those who dare to charge his loved ones." Quatre could still here Trowa's voice, as if he stood next to him, admiring at Wufei's formidable strength.

Suddenly Wufei stopped and turned around. Quatre thought he was an intruder and fled the garden. Only the curtains told him that someone stood in the door opening. Wufei placed back his dao and took it of. With the weapon in his hands, he made his way inside, his foes forgotten.

Inside the kitchen Quatre tried to act as normal as possible. He heard Wufei enter and place the dao on the kitchen table. Then he washed his hands and turned to Quatre, 'Hello there. Nice to see you awake finally.' Quatre turned his head away, his cereal forgotten. 'What is it?' Wufei smiled soft and tried to get his best friends attention, 'you can tell me.'

For a minute even Quatre was surprised, Wufei hardly smiled, even less than Trowa or Heero… Trowa… you kept your smiles only for me and Catherine. Poor Catherine… she is heartbroken due to his loss. But it was not his loss that worried him. It was something else.

The young man could feel everything alive around him. He could feel where someone was, the condition of that person. He could even "lock on" to a person he knew to find that person. It was a gift, that most of the times made him smile and made him happy, and sometimes made him sad. For instance, he had felt all of his family die, his father, and his sisters… due to the war. He had lost them all and he had felt their souls slip away into the void, where he could not follow them. It had made him crazy.

How could he tell him? What he had dreamt? What he had felt? What his heart knew? Could he? Wufei would say that it was due to the loss, that he wanted to believe he was still here. Wufei would say, Quatre needed some medication to relax and calm down. No. He wouldn't say one word about it. Not even a little pip squeaks. Then he spotted his cereals again, pored yoghurt on them and walked away to the living room.

What are you hiding, my blonde friend? What is your secret? Wufei's eyes followed him until he lost him at the door to the kitchen. He knew that Quatre felt something. But was that due to the loss? Or was it for real? And Heero didn't act normal either. Even Dorothy and Relena held something secret for him. Maybe Duo knew something… or should he ask Duo about this? He had his own troubles because he had lost two dear lady friends. One of them was a young woman he loved. They had died due to the ZERO-system and he stated it was his own fault. The loss of Trowa brought back those emotions. Whatever the secret is, you shouldn't bare it alone. Let me help you my friend… please…

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Duo woke up as usual, with a loud yawn and scratching his head. The room was empty, Hilde slept in another room. Both were friends, no lovers, who lived together. Sometimes they made love to each other, and most of the times they both just joked around. But the loss of Trowa had brought back emotions to Duo, Hilde didn't understand. The loss of his family and two young ladies he loved. Both were sisters, but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with both of them together! Duo was a rascal and he would stay a rascal until the end of his days.

'Adodera…' he whispered to the darkness in his room, 'why did you kill yourself?' memories had flooded back into his mind the day Trowa had died. 'Sei…' he whispered again. The two young women had died before their time had come. They were supposed to get old and have lots and lots of children and grandchildren. They were supposed to find a husband and get married and live out their lives in peace. But Sei's mother and Adodera's captain, Mrs. L, didn't allow them. He remembered the woman. He remembered how he took her life when both her test pilots had died. The three of them had fun; he loved them both. So much, he was willing to die for them. He still was willing to die for them. Hilde didn't know, he liked her, but she wasn't of his interest. Friends though; not lovers.

The memories were sort of friendly in the beginning, but they ended up in nightmares. These nightmares got worse every night. Sometimes he woke up screaming and found Hilde at his side, in fear and tears. But more often he just lay still, like a young animal threatened by a predator. Tired due to his nightmares, he got out of bed and walked over to his closet and pulled out some clean clothes. Then he walked over to the bathroom, on the other end of the corridor. It would take a few hours before he got out, he would wash his hair today. 'Hope that Hilde already used it…' he mumbled to himself as he closed the door behind him.

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He knew what to pack, what he needed. He had done what he had to do. As he walked from the bathroom with cherry dyed hair to his room he felt no longer Quatre Rabarbe Winner. It was for real now. His heart had spoken and took over his mind. His heart was no longer lost in the dark, he felt alive, very much alive. With the colored hair he had to take care of his eyelashes and brows as well, or else he would be a ridiculous clown. Clown… that one word released so many emotions inside him, that he had to fight back his tears and shut his emotions out. All he was focused at was Trowa. Trowa Barton, his beloved clown. Without knowledge of guns – he had always used the weaponry people gave him – it was a hard time to pick out the right weapons. And the right ammunition, what to pick for those guns? Most of the time people gave him guns, ready for use. Carefully he studied Trowa's closed. No one had ever bothered to empty the oak wood closet. Not even Trowa's beloved sister Catherine. Sometimes she would drop by for a quick chatter. But she and Wufei couldn't get along very well. Maybe it was something of the past. Trowa's past… Quatre didn't care about the past anymore. He knew what he felt; he knew what his heart told him. Never was that feeling so strong, so powerful. He couldn't ignore it. By daylight and starlight, it was there, right in his heart. And it wouldn't go away.

He noticed small daggers and knifes, several guns and rivals, but what to use? What to pack? What to handle? He couldn't clean the weaponry like Trowa did. He was a bit clumsy at it. Sometimes he forgot parts, or where to put them. Quatre wasn't a man of war; he was a man of peace. But now he had to go to war, just for his love, to find him, to bring him back to life. Somehow he chooses a few guns and tried to match them with bullets… it was like cooking for him. Maybe a few knifes? But he lacked the strength to yield them. Trowa was better… Trowa was better in everything. So good, he died. Why did they take him away from him? Why did they?

Wufei was surprised. Quatre never skipped a meal, not even when he didn't want to eat. "Three meals a day is important." Quatre always said to Duo, who hardly ate a bit. What's going on up there, Quatre, tell me… Wufei thought by himself and decided to wait a few more minutes.

No longer was he Quatre Rabarbe Winner, but Altaïr Vega. Both names were Arabic and meant: flying eagle, falling eagle. It was how he felt, once in flight, now falling. And there was no ground beneath him. No one would catch him and no ground to land on.

Now he had to get passed Wufei. The ever watching Wufei, who always made sure people were safe and secured. Wufei had this strange gift to feel when people were unhappy or discomfort. Maybe that he had the same gift as Quatre, but that was irrelevant to him. The time he spent in the kitchen preparing the dinner was enough for Quatre to escape. The small backpack on his back and the car keys in his hand, he made his way silently downstairs and left the house. Altair stood outside. Time has come, time to die.

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Surprised he walked over to the man who got punched a few nights before. He wondered why and how come, but a grim look on the man's face was enough to turn around and left by the same way he walked in. Firenze didn't want an argument or a punch in his own face. 'You tried to reason with him?' Rinox asked when he saw the new man, 'You shouldn't. He was second man, but since his cowardly escape and attempt to hit my sister, he became last in rank now.' Both man walked over to the garage.

There was a small shop next to the garage, were goods and parts for cars and NOS-cars were sold for large prices. The garage contained several cars and motorcycles which needed to be repaired and tuned up with NOS-systems and computers. Firenze was amazed by the beautiful technology and marvelous cars and motorcycles. 'Besides, why did you save me and my sister?' Rinox wondered when he entered the garage and walked underneath several bridges to the shop in the front of the garage.

Firenze tried to look as natural as he could, 'Because I was taught in my younger years to leave no one behind.' That shook Rinox awake, was this guy a military man? A minute later he didn't hear a friend call his name from the design room of the garage. It sounded quite hyperactive and the person babbled something, Firenze couldn't understand. 'Someone's calling for you.' Firenze said and walked over to the small room. A young man, perhaps Firenze' age, popped out of the room and begun speaking fast en waved his hands, jumping up and down and Firenze wondered how someone could get so active. Both Firenze and Rinox didn't understand one word he said.

'You on red colors again?' Rinox pointed at the candy jar filled with red colored candy at the young man's desk. He kept so active and active and active and active that Rinox had to drag the young man back into the small room and locked him up in there, without the candy jar.

'Eh man! You can't do this to me!' the man yelled and he banged at the door.

Rinox smiled, 'Oh yes I can!' and he walked off with the candy jar, and 'Want some?' he asked Firenze.

Firenze didn't know what to think of this. 'He's on red colors again. It affects his thinking, his brain. He get's attention disorders. Not as bad as ADD, but something like that. Perhaps it was a gift from Terry, since Timothy doesn't know yet.' He heard the explanation from Rinox, but he was focused on someone else, Terry just walked over through the garage to Rinox. And by the looks of his face, he wasn't about to hug Rinox.

For years he had been second man in command, right hand of Rinox. In one night demoted to nothing, a beginner, a punk. This angered him, made him furious. Now he was a nothing, a little boy who wouldn't be accepted by anyone. Since his car wasn't paid of yet, he had to give that one back to Rinox as well and wait till he had enough money to pay the last bills. Due to his demotion, money wouldn't come easy now. Not many people would place a bet on someone who was demoted by one of the most powerful gang leaders in town.

Firenze saw the knife and without hesitation, he kicked the man in the stomach and than to the head. Terry didn't even know he had fallen to the ground, what happened was a whirlwind. Even Rinox had to admit he was as stunned as Terry was. Within seconds Firenze had calmed down and handed over the knife to Rinox. 'Where on Earth did you learn that?' he wanted to know and tried to remember what Firenze had done. Firenze just raised his shoulders, 'my business.'

'Well, it is my business as well. Since Wirrenth woke up this morning, she asked me several times to take you into my team for racing. I don't have to doubt your driving skills anymore, but your speed in racing is questionable. I haven't seen you yet. Do you wish to race on my account?' Rinox smiled and kicked Terry knock-out when the man tried to get up. It seemed just normal for the man; it was how he ruled his kingdom. Firenze seemed as if he had to give it a second thought. Did he? Should he? Would he?

'Please, let me think it over for a night…' he asked politely, 'I don't want to stumble into something and never be able to get out.' What he truly meant was: show me your people and your organization. Rinox got the message and smiled.

'Well than… I'm boss, boss of everything. People come to me for information, for goods, parts, to build the parts in the cars, everything. This is a normal garage,' Firenze could tell that, 'we built in NOS-Systems and my sister is test pilot of the HOS-system. That works with helium. The purple Lamborghini right there is hers.' He pointed at the Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. It was a fancy car, with an even fancier spray painting. Rinox continued, 'the green Ducati motorcycle and the yellow 2005 Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren are mine. Terry has from now on hired his car, since it isn't paid off yet. It is the black Lamborghini Murcielago. Timothy over there isn't a pilot, but since he works for me and developed the HOS-system he owns the Volvo 2004.5 S240 over there.' The cars were fancy and most of them pimped. Wirrenth's car wasn't, the system needed to be tested to the limit and it was already worse enough for Rinox that his sister volunteered to do the testing. All he could do was keep stuff like DVD-players and screens out.

'A HOS-system? I've never heard of that.' Firenze wondered what the car would look like, and he was about to find out. It was a normal car outside and inside, except for a laptop at the dashboard and that the driver's seat looked just like a Gundam cockpit. It had everything a car had, but to Firenze it was more like a MS or a Gundam. That was probably due to the technology inside the car and the fact that the driver was called a pilot. 'Speak of the devil,' he heard Rinox whisper, and when he looked over his shoulder, Wirrenth came in the garage. Both siblings hugged and she accepted Rinox' playful teasing.

These were the moments that he truly missed Quatre. No! He had to wipe Quatre out of his mind. Quatre didn't exist anymore, now that he had become Firenze Yeyeen. Quatre was someone he never met before and would never meet either! His love for him didn't matter anymore, there was never and will never be a Quatre. He had to struggle to push back Trowa. He had to ignore Trowa. But he couldn't.

'Why are you crying?' Wirrenth asked him when she saw a tear. Firenze shook his head, 'Sorry,' he mumbled, now he had to come up with a story… and he hadn't made one up yet. He never studied one! Dumb-ass he yelled at himself. 'My love died a few months ago in a car crash… no racing, just a car crash down town LA. Since her funeral I'm wandering all over the US. Can't find my peace somewhere…' Wirrenth became sad, 'Than stay for some time, and try to calm down.' She hugged him, 'That's the least we owe you for saving our lives and freedom.'

Firenze wiped away the tear, 'thanks.' He didn't know what to say. They didn't know what they were doing with him in their midst. The government would kill them all.

'Ow! When will you restart the tests races, dear brother?' Wirrenth wanted to know. She demanded to know. This surprised Firenze. First she was as stupid enough to step in front of a moving vehicle. Now she was stupid enough to ignore her concussion and drive. What was going on here? Was she suicidal? And he smiled over it! The man was crazy!

'Not yet, Little Wirrenth, not yet.' With a sad expression she left the garage when he ordered her to go. 'She is reckless.' Firenze mumbled softly. Rinox nodded, 'She is autistic. If you work with her and cars, she will react to you. If she isn't near cars, you can't reach her that well. It was worse when she was younger. Due to her neurological illness she couldn't do university. And she is very reckless. She doesn't know the meaning of fear. It just doesn't hit her. That's why she's driving this car.'

'And you protect her with your life?' Firenze wanted to know. He needed more information about autistic people, and fast!

Rinox nodded, 'yes. If you ever hurt her feelings, I will break your neck.'

TBC

Please R&R, please?